The old witch's voice suddenly sank, carrying a hint of warning: "With your current level of understanding, you're not even qualified to access the general information in that section."
"Why?" Ron couldn't help asking, his curiosity getting the better of him.
"Because that section can easily drive practitioners into madness."
Mrs. Allen spoke calmly, but an imperceptible trace of fear flashed through her eyes:
"When mastering the first two stages, your mental strength and control over yourself must also reach a sufficient level. Otherwise, all that awaits you is endless darkness and madness."
As she spoke, the old witch's slightly hoarse voice unexpectedly carried a rare trace of concern:
"I've seen too many geniuses destroy themselves by rushing for quick results. Your potential is great. There's no need for you to take that kind of risk."
"I'll remember your warning."
Ron nodded solemnly. He could sense the concern hidden in Mrs. Allen's words.
Although their relationship was built on mutual benefit, Ron was certain that Mrs. Allen was genuinely doing everything she could. At the very least, she didn't want to see a promising young apprentice fall into madness too soon.
Just as a cultivator wouldn't want a seedling they had carefully raised to flower and bear fruit too early, affecting the final harvest.
"Very good."
Mrs. Allen took an extremely ancient leather scroll from the bookshelf behind her. Its surface was mottled with marks left by the passage of time:
"Continue your usual work this morning. In the afternoon, I'll formally begin teaching you the first stage of Whispers of the Star Eater."
Ron nodded in agreement and began his routine work for the morning.
Organizing ingredients, brewing simple potions, and recording the properties of newly arrived goods.
These tedious tasks were now filled with meaning in his eyes.