Inside the Saint Tower

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Of course, nothing Green had imagined came to pass. Not every noble family's second son was a mindless brute. The slightly chubby youth was quite polite; when their eyes met, he smiled and nodded, showing excellent manners.

By then, their carriage had reached the heart of Saint Tower Academy, where the enormous, imposing Mage Tower stood.

Green stepped down from the carriage. It was his first time this close to the ancient Mage Tower. From the outside, he saw nothing unusual beyond its huge, weathered stone blocks, but he could sense the vast, surging Psychic Energy within. If the Psychic Energy in his own Mage Tower was a stream, this tower's was an immense lake. Its surface seemed frozen over, making it difficult to perceive.

"Everyone, please wait a moment. The Saint Tower opens three times a day at fixed hours. No one can enter or leave at other times. The next opening is in twenty minutes," Aisha explained. She went over a few academy rules with Green and the others. Soon, the twenty minutes were up. With a sudden hum, a Light Screen rose four meters from the tower's foundations, and the doors at its base opened. Several dozen people emerged.

They were apprentices who had been attending classes inside the tower. The Psychic Energy within the Saint Tower was dozens of times denser than outside, making cultivation and meditation several times more effective.

That was why, given two people of similar talent, one who entered Saint Tower Academy and one who did not, there would be a clear gap in their strength after two or three years.

Green stood to one side and watched them leave before following Iris into the Saint Tower.

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