The whole brother complex thing was only a joke.
When Hong Yuan woke, Lolin had long since left. Her scent still lingered on the bed, and the back of his clothes was slightly damp—
Don't get the wrong idea.
Lolin's tears had soaked through them.
She had entered Hong Yuan's room last night and hugged him from behind. They had slept in the same bed. Lolin had fallen asleep quickly, but for some reason, tears had silently streamed down her face as she dreamed.
"Human emotions really are complicated. The String Sorcery creation that so many spellcasters at the High Tower Institute poured their effort and wisdom into crafting showed no flaws."
"But the human heart could see through it!"
Hong Yuan sighed, pulled off his pajamas, and entered the shower. A short while later, he put on a clean mage's robe and left the dormitory feeling refreshed.
After yesterday's battle in the arena, Rosha's name had spread throughout the institute. Almost everyone knew of him.
As he walked, people occasionally cast him looks of amazement and awe.
Still, an institute of spellcasters had its extraordinary qualities. Some feared him, but quite a few smiled at him and came forward to greet him.
Hong Yuan did not put on a cold, aloof act, either. He nodded to each of them.
He made his way to the dining hall. Perhaps because it was still early, there were few students inside. Hong Yuan collected his food and casually chose an empty seat.
Spellcasters of the String Sorcery system placed greater emphasis on cultivating mental power. Even Resonance Masters and Weavers could not sustain themselves on all things and go without food or drink for long periods as qi refiners could.
Nor could spellcasters compare with qi refiners in lifespan. Weavers lived only