Wizards were often a group of people who loved to nitpick—nitpicking over knowledge, over truth, over the path to transcendence. Yet this habit sometimes carried over into many matters that did not really matter, such as a name. But the term "wonder item" had always been highly recognized by the vast majority of wizards. It was broad enough, yet precise enough. The emphasis of wonder items lay in the word "wonder"—they were not necessarily things capable of destroying heaven and earth. They might simply alter one's voice, or help knead dough in the kitchen.
After putting away the jar, Mahama chatted for a while before beginning his meditation. Once he finished, he sank into thought.
Ruger glanced at him, then continued reading his spellbook.
Being able to paint in midair naturally meant making the Fire Nail Spear stay suspended there—it was a manifestation of the spatial power of spells.
As Ruger read, he occasionally exchanged a few casual words with Kurt, reclining there in great comfort.
The gently rocking alchemy boat was like a cradle upon the sea. The great hand of the Endless Sea rose and fell, swaying them as though trying to lull them to sleep.
That fishing boat from before had reminded Ruger that, given Zhizhi's traits, perhaps he could give it a try. Of course, not by turning it into a boat, but by having the sleepy fellow eat more unusual sea beasts. It possessed a peculiar adaptability and was remarkably powerful. Perhaps it would bring him some surprises—say, after only a few naps, becoming a fledgling sea predator, the sort that was even swifter and fiercer than an alchemy boat.
As Ruger was thinking, the distant Island was already beginning to take shape.
Kurt smiled, opened the cabin window beside him, and looked toward the