Nothing Left to Learn, Time to Go

Wong had never seen anyone learn magic so quickly.

If you asked whether he was envious, then yes, a little—but not too much.

After all, Superman himself was already a symbol of power. Seeing him display some innate advantages in magic somehow felt surprisingly normal.

With that thought, Wong continued reading the book he was halfway through.

Kamar-Taj had a vast collection of books. Whenever Wong had free time while managing the library, he would browse whatever interested him.

When reading books that were not particularly important, Wong liked to wear headphones and listen to music he enjoyed.

Today, however, he was not wearing headphones. After only a few minutes of reading, he frowned.

Without his headphones, the constant rustling of pages turning had been reaching his ears since earlier, disrupting his reading.

Wong frowned and looked toward the source of the sound, then immediately found himself unable to sit still.

His eyes widened as he exclaimed inwardly, Well, damn.

It was Lin Feng. He sat cross-legged in a corner, and who knew what magic he had used—books flew to him one after another, rapidly flipped through their pages on their own, then switched to the next one...

Wong was stunned. You could read books like that?

What kind of cramming method was this? One book every five seconds on average?

He had thought Lin Feng would pick out several books, register them, borrow them, and read them slowly.

But at this pace, was he planning to stay in the library and finish every book he needed before leaving?

Ignoring Wong's reaction, Lin Feng was currently in a strange state and had no time to pay attention to him.

The flying books were controlled with magic. Lin Feng had originally wanted to use Telekinesis, but remembering what The Ancient One