Everything Was Ready Except for the Final Push

"Lord Senlu, I hope you understand one thing: the meaning of knowledge lies in sharing and exchange, not monopolizing it."

"What did you say?"

Senlu suddenly widened his eyes, clearly guessing what was going on.

Gale subtly pointed at An Yang beside him. "If you could hand over that spell of yours..."

"Hmph!"

Senlu snorted coldly. "So after being friends with me for all these years, you finally couldn't resist making a move on my spell? You really went to a lot of trouble! If you're willing to take out your Purple Red Tassel in exchange, I might consider it. As for any other methods, don't bother bringing them up. You and I are both geniuses who rose to prominence on those two spells!"

"You're overthinking it..."

Gale was helpless. "I've already made myself clear. The one who wants your spell isn't me, but that lord. I don't want you to suffer a loss, but don't be so stubborn either. You don't know this, but half a month ago, I was ordered to support the manor spellcasters fighting the Silent Tower. Our transport ship was intercepted halfway there. That was this lord's doing, so..."

"You handed over your spell too?"

"Yes. At first, I had the same thoughts as you. This spell was the foundation that allowed me to become a genius, but in the end, I still gave in. Lord Aine was fairly generous, though..."

About ten minutes later, the two of them came out again.

Gale had successfully persuaded Senlu. Senlu no longer looked displeased, though he could hardly be called happy. Clearly, Gale had convinced him half through enticement and half through coercion.

"Lord Aine, Senlu pays his respects."

"No need to be so formal."

Gale came out and said, "Lord Aine, my friend has agreed