Slaves and Frogs Used Together

"Get out, get out! You can't even pull threads. Draw out a tiny bit of mixed Necrotic Force from the marker point, then slowly stretch it. Understand?"

"I truly don't know what's inside your head. Urine? I've never seen anyone as stupid as you. What sin did I commit to end up here teaching you necromancy?"

"You're going to piss me off to death, piss me off to death! Pull threads, pull threads, understand? Pigman brain."

"Mental power! Mental power! Brother, mental power! How many times have I told you? Use mental power to control it, not brute force."

"Heh heh! Heh heh! Heh heh! Li Ziran, look at what I am now. Crazy—I'm going crazy! I really want to throw you off the Mage Tower. You're stupid to death. Get out! If I look at you one more time, I'll go mad."

Bang!

The cultivation room's door slammed shut, not giving Li Ziran even a chance to linger outside. The Corpse Witches guarding either side picked him up and threw him out of the Mage Tower.

He had never seen anyone so violent. It was only cultivation—was there any need to be so heartless?

When he entered the Mage Tower that afternoon, Sandrew had not been this way.

The moment he entered, Sandrew had a Corpse Witch bring him a cup of hot tea and prepare all the Elves Li Ziran needed.

They were all Wind Elves. Sandrew had even humbly assisted Li Ziran, acting every inch the refined head of a household.

Especially after they successfully transplanted wind-attributed lungs into the Elf girl, allowing the lungs and heart to form a blood circulation that greatly enhanced her magic power, Sandrew had grinned so broadly he could not close his mouth. He kept praising Li Ziran as a genius