Please Help Me

Li Ziran stood blankly before the Mage Tower, staring at the endlessly stretching Corpse Mountain, thoroughly unconvinced.

Why had Sandrew refused to explain Corpse Witches to him this afternoon?

Could it really be just because he was in a good mood, and because his student was willing to talk with him, that he could squeeze out Li Ziran's precious study time?

Learning Corpse Witches was the top priority. Besides, his mental power was brimming right now. With such abundant mental power, what else could he do with it if not practice Corpse Witches?

That old bastard had no sense of credit at all.

In protest, Li Ziran simply controlled corpses in front of the Mage Tower, hoping Sandrew would see his painstaking effort and come out to offer a few pointers.

Unfortunately, this was only his little tantrum. He completely drew the outline of the Corpse Witch Formation, making it as smoothly as pulling spun sugar, yet Sandrew still did not come out. In the end, he had no choice but to stop at the most crucial Bone Script.

Though he controlled his mental power and Necrotic Force with all his heart, Bone Script was far more complicated than he had imagined. Whenever a single stroke was wrong, or a curve was slightly off, the entire character instantly crumbled like a landslide.

"If only someone could give me a little guidance!" Li Ziran bitterly laughed to himself.

That was the advantage of having a teacher. They could always correct the smallest, most error-prone details in time. He silently sighed. Though unconvinced, there was nothing he could do.

He did not even know how many mistakes he was making while drawing Bone Script.

It seemed his judgment had been correct. He really could not rush Butterfly Girl's matter. With Sandrew's current