Zhao Nan wasn't at all surprised by Beirut's question. When he'd been teaching his disciples, he'd known that someone attentive would eventually notice what he was doing.
At first, Zhao Nan had only thought the War God might notice him. After all, the War God had quite a few disciples and descendants, and he was rather overbearing.
But who could have guessed that Zhao Nan's sudden advancement to a Mid God would bring Beirut straight to him?
Still, it didn't matter to Zhao Nan. Whether he was dealing with the War God or Beirut, he could use the same explanation.
"Lord Beirut, since you've been keeping an eye on me for some time, you should know I'm a poor man. I couldn't possibly afford to take a magic aptitude test.
"When I was young, I saved a Third Rank Magus, but he eventually died of his injuries.
"Before he died, that Third Rank Magus taught me how to meditate and gave me a magic manual.
"Later, I slowly learned magic through meditation.
"But even after I gained some magical ability, I still couldn't afford to take the magic test.
"Then, when I was six, I was catching wild rabbits in a grove and found a ring inside one of them.
"Later, I discovered that it was a Space Ring."
Zhao Nan paused, then glanced at Beirut again before continuing, "Inside the Space Ring were a diary and a book.
"The diary recorded some things, and everything I know came from that book."
After Zhao Nan finished speaking, he quietly waited for Beirut to respond.
Beirut didn't say whether he believed Zhao Nan or not. He just gave him a long look before asking, "What did the diary say?"
"Uh!
"Lord Beirut, I can't remember the details. It was about some