The most upset person by Ye Wei'an's side was Lucia.
"They had to have done it on purpose!" Seeing that ostentatious carriage, her ear feathers drooped. "They put up so many glittering things and invited so many people to sing, making it as lively as a Summer Court banquet. They definitely did it just to outshine me from yesterday!"
"All right, Lucia, don't bother with them." Ye Wei'an helplessly soothed her in a low voice. "Their ceremony is just—well, more lively-looking. But blessings should still be judged by their effects. In my heart, your ritual is the most useful. The nourishment you bring to the farmland is something no amount of Dancing Lights can match. To me, Lucia will always be the best."
Feeling Ye Wei'an's obvious favoritism, Lucia happily perked her ear feathers back up, and everything she had wanted to say turned into a string of satisfied coos.
Having soothed the Druid, Ye Wei'an had not even had time to catch his breath when he saw another figure approaching.
It was his Sorcerer apprentice—Idhila.
The young girl with the "Divine Soul" talent had a flushed face at the moment. It was impossible to tell whether she was exhausted from the consecutive spells she had just cast or simply angry.
"What's wrong, Idhila? Did someone upset you?" Ye Wei'an immediately asked with concern.
"Teacher!" Idhila lowered her voice, her tone full of disdain. "It was so embarrassing—truly humiliating! When I was casting Dancing Lights over there just now, I wanted nothing more than to cover my head with my wizard robe!"
"What happened now?" Ye Wei'an asked curiously.
"Who else but the Lathander Church!" She pointed angrily at the Lathander Clerics still parading flamboyantly in the distance.
As a Divine Soul Sorcerer, Idhila's bloodline could be traced directly back