Seeing Buma shake her head, Li could not help but frown. "What else did he promise you?"
Hearing Li say that, Buma smiled faintly. "Just thirty thousand gold coins. I really need money, but I don't want to earn yours. You're a good person. You could have played with me and then abandoned me afterward. To people like you, a few tens of thousands of gold coins—or paying for my studies—is very easy. But the problem is that you're a good person..."
After saying this to Li, Buma stood up directly. She had only taken two steps when she stopped again. "Lord Li, thank you for taking care of me all this time. You know that I've always sold little bits of information in the temple. One piece of news may interest you: Lord Ankhseram intends to train you into a Holy Mark master. However, I would recommend that you listen to other people's understanding of Holy Mark masters."
Watching Buma leave, Li did not stop her. After all, this was her own choice. He thought for a moment, then stopped worrying about the drawing assignment on the table and headed out. However, he did not choose the same path as Buma, because Buma was different from him.
Buma took the stairs, while Li headed straight for the teleportation array. That was the difference between them.
Li needed to visit the library and find out what exactly a Holy Mark master was.
The next day, Li knocked on the door of his drawing teacher, Antuen. Antuen was quite surprised to see him. Everyone in the temple knew that Li was Ankhseram's student, but the problem was that Li had never had any dealings with him.
Even though his painting skills were among the best in the entire temple, the teacher