Charles said, "No matter who your teacher is, the fact that he taught you to become this formidable proves his strength."
"I am willing to become his student!"
Loran chuckled softly. "You're quite clever. My teacher, Anderson, is a third-ring Grand Wizard in Isata. Having a third-ring wizard as your teacher is hardly beneath you."
"He is busy with his own experiments now, and we are outside Isata. Once you become a wizard, I will formally take you to meet him."
"As for this period, study with me first. With my teaching ability, teaching a first-class wizard apprentice like you is still no problem."
Charles was delighted. Even Loran, a first-ring wizard, was already this powerful.
Then how powerful must a third-ring Grand Wizard be? With a teacher like that, Charles definitely was not getting the short end of the stick.
He hurriedly said, "Thank you, Teacher!"
Loran shook her head. "From today onward, you don't need to call me Teacher. Call me Senior Sister!"
Charles immediately went along with it. "Yes! Senior Sister Loran!"
Loran patted Charles on the shoulder. "Your physical talent is fairly good, but don't get arrogant."
"In the Wizard World, talent is the cheapest thing there is."
"Before talent is converted into something tangible, it amounts to nothing."
"For wizards, no matter how poor an apprentice's talent is, there are plenty of methods to improve it."
"For example, adding a bloodline to an apprentice, or casting a witchcraft spell."
"Both can improve an apprentice's physical talent. Enhancing soul talent is a little more difficult, but it isn't impossible."
Charles nodded. "Don't worry, Senior Sister. I definitely won't become arrogant."
He deeply agreed with this point.
Old Charles's trash-tier talent had produced less progress after cultivating the meditation technique for a year than Charles had achieved