Over the next stretch of time, Xiao Yun stayed in his room all day constructing spiritual runes. As for meals? Every day, a strange animal brought him food, more punctual than takeout. He did not need to go out and look for food himself at all.
Xiao Yun directly turned into a homebody, continuously constructing spiritual runes one after another. Three years passed in the blink of an eye.
Inside the neighboring tree hollow, Wilson was still reading.
Suddenly, he reached up with two fingers, plucked an eye from his face, then tossed it into his mouth and crunched away. As he chewed, he muttered, "Looks like I really am going to have an official student. That boy Hill actually stayed in his room for three years without coming out. With such steadfast will and diligent attitude, becoming a wizard should be no problem with his talent. I just wonder whether he will choose to transplant my Cursed Eye. Ah, such delicious eyes—why does no one like them?"
"But then again, I have studied these ruins for ten years. It is time to set out and explore them. I hope they bring me a good harvest."
"As for little Hill, I hope your luck is better. The next time I see you, I hope you will have become a wizard."
Wilson muttered to himself for a while, then pulled out a sheet of paper from the side, picked up a quill, and began writing.
"Dear Hill, your teacher is going out for a while. I may not return for several months, or perhaps several years. In the end, I may even die outside."
"But do not worry. I have specially left you a Curse Source Eye. This eye is different from the eyes I gave you before. This source eye