"If you'd been there, you'd have just hugged your head and shivered."
The Fat Wizard mercilessly interrupted the Red-faced Male Wizard's ramblings, warning him mockingly, "That was an Archwizard making a move... Don't tell me you don't know your own limits!"
"No," Zhang Jixin argued with complete seriousness. "I mean, if I'd been there, I might have been able to see that Archwizard's true form... A few days ago, my brother gave me a high-level Insight Spell talisman, 'Jinjin Qi Ming,' for organizing Hunting Team Training. Tsk, what a pity."
As he spoke, he pulled a palm-wide yellow talisman paper from his robes and showed it to his companions. The spell formation traced in dark red cinnabar shimmered with five-colored radiance beneath the sunlight, magical fluctuations within it enough to make one's heart tremble.
"Oh... then that really is a bit of a pity." The Fat Wizard nodded reluctantly.
Zheng Qing's mind was entirely on those wizards who were as bruised and battered as he was. Fatty Xin's description of the Archwizard battle went in one ear and out the other—after all, he had not only seen the terrifying existence deep within the Starry Sky, but had also witnessed Legendary Big Shots clash. He had even died once himself, so he naturally did not care much about an Archwizard's battle. Only when the Red-faced Male Wizard took out that talisman did he raise his eyelids and glance at it.
That talisman really was impressive. At his current level, he would have to spill some blood to seal such powerful magic into one.
"O-Old... Yao... is... here... Old Yao is here!"
The Stick Figure behind the door shouted at the top of its lungs, though weakly. It interrupted the chatter among the male wizards in the corner and swiftly smoothed over