But Ye Chuqi had realized something: magic training in this world seemed to involve sensing Magic Elements, drawing them in through Meditation, and storing them inside the body like a battery. In battle, a mage used those stored, refined elements.
How much a person could store determined an Archmage's talent and limits.
Sensing Magic Elements was difficult, and Meditation was no easier. Storing them was a slow process, so low-level Archmages had limited combat power. Only after surpassing Grand Mage and becoming a Magic Grandmaster could someone hold vast reserves of magic while continually absorbing new Magic Elements in battle, giving them far greater staying power.
Ye Chuqi had not stored any Magic Elements. She was certain of that. In that instant, she had drawn Water Element straight from the air, converted it into Ice Element, and swung her sword.
Everyone understood just how different that was. They stared in a daze, unsure how to react.
Jun Ruofeng was the calmest. "Haven't you seen a Magic Scroll before?"
The dazed crowd finally seemed to find an explanation they could accept, and they all nodded. Magic Scrolls were precious, and using one for an attack like that was wasteful. But Ye Chuqi was Eldest Miss Ye. No one would find it strange if her bag was stuffed with Magic Scrolls.
With that settled, everyone saw the light. They went back to their work, laughing and joking as they divided the spoils from the fight.
Ye Chuqi: "..."
Jun Ruofeng looked Ye Chuqi up and down with a faint, knowing smile, as though searching for something amiss. "As far as I know, in the thousands of years of Ye Family history, not one of its members has ever had a Magical Talent."
Ye Qinglan shot Jun Ruofeng a fierce glare. If he