Awakening

After thanking Han Ji, Mu Nujiao considerately took a few steps back.

For a mage of Han Ji's caliber, however, her presence beside him made no difference to his spellcasting.

His gaze settled on Zhou Sining. After a moment of silence, Han Ji bent down and placed both hands against the man's chest, slowly channeling Healing Element magic energy into his body.

Han Ji had been reluctant at first.

As president of the Bell Tower Magic Association and honorary headmaster of Ancient Capital Academy, he had countless matters to attend to every day.

He could hardly abandon the files on his desk and rush to Zhou Sining's side just because Mu Nujiao asked.

But she had been so persistent and sincere, and her feelings for Zhou Sining ran so deep. After some thought and a sigh, Han Ji had come after all.

Magic energy was like the atoms of the technological world: the foundation of all matter.

But not all magic energy could be absorbed. Otherwise, Zhou Sining would have devoured everything nearby long ago.

Judging by what had happened before, Zhou Sining—or rather, the blade in his hand—could only absorb the purest magic energy.

Spirit seeds, soul seeds, spirit essences...

Or magic formed from magic energy.

As it happened, magic energy was the one thing he, a four-element Super Level mage, had in abundance.

He refused to believe that the magic energy in his four Star Palaces would not be enough.

Milky-white healing light appeared over Zhou Sining's chest, then quickly spread outward until it enveloped his entire body.

At first, everything was fine. The feedback Han Ji received was no different from that of his previous examinations.

Then the milky-white light touched the hilt clutched tightly in Zhou Sining's right hand.

In that instant, the milky-white Healing Element