Seeking Help

"What's wrong, Senior Sister?" Lidu suddenly rose from beside Lin Sheng, seemingly intending to leave her seat directly.

"There's nothing worth watching. I'm going back to meditate." Lidu had originally wanted to add, Instead of wasting time watching some stage play, I might as well go back and cultivate through meditation.

But when she remembered that her junior brother Lin Sheng was already a first-level mage, while she had just failed the eighth-level apprentice assessment she had applied for—

Her expression darkened.

Compared to her junior brother, her progress was far too slow. In fact, not just compared to him—she was also much slower than the other apprentices.

On the surface, she had already reached the lofty rank of seventh-level apprentice. Reaching that height in just a year and a half was already quite impressive.

But only she knew that before becoming Dora's disciple, she had already built up a considerable foundation. Her father, a Great Knight, had paid a great price to find her plenty of foundational mage knowledge.

Most importantly, she could now clearly feel herself running out of steam.

It was not her learning or accumulation of knowledge, but her mana.

Her mana was improving more and more slowly.

With only low-grade mana aptitude, she was not particularly suited to becoming a mage in the first place. And now, the consequences of her insistence were gradually beginning to show.

If she continued at this speed, she probably would not be able to advance to a first-level formal mage even after another ten years.

That was why Lidu had been growing increasingly anxious lately. She had no mood at all to watch any stage play.

"You go ahead and watch. I'm leaving." Tossing out those words, Lidu got up and left the theater.

Amid the noisy music and