After saying "Good" three times, Azman finally withdrew his gaze.
He lowered his head, moving his eyes away from the projection and onto Lynn in the center of the hall.
He looked Lynn over from head to toe, his grayish-white eyes lingering on him for several breaths.
Lynn felt as though something had pierced through his body, from skin to muscle, muscle to bone, bone to soul.
That power was gentle, like a passing breeze, yet exceptionally penetrating.
Cold sweat instantly broke out across Lynn's back.
So this was a True Spirit Wizard? Truly terrifying...
Azman withdrew his gaze. Without greeting anyone, he turned and walked out of the hall.
His back disappeared into the darkness beyond the doors. The grayish-white mist along the edges of his black robe left faint traces in the air before quickly dissipating.
No one in the hall spoke. No one found it inappropriate that the dean had left so abruptly; there was only boundless shock.
After a long while, a gray-robed second-ring Wizard spoke softly.
"The dean hasn't attended an event like this in a long time."
The person beside him nodded.
Indeed, as a True Spirit-level existence, the dean himself represented the academy. Under normal circumstances, he would not show himself.
Standing in the center of the hall, Lynn took a deep breath, and his heartbeat gradually settled.
The dean, a True Spirit-level existence!
This was the first time he had seen a True Spirit Wizard.
He did not know whether that had been the dean's true body or an incarnation, but that pressure originating from the very source of life could not have been false.
When an existence of that level looked at him, he felt as though he had been stripped naked and left standing in the snow, unable to hide