Zheng Qing traced the outline of the hexagram three times with his fingertip while reciting the Magic Script incantation engraved around the medal's edge.
The afternoon sunlight streamed through the tall glass windows into the room, falling on the weighty gold medal in the young wizard's hand and raising a blaze of brilliant gold, making it impossible for a moment to tell whether it was the color of sunlight or the gleam of gold.
The Shore Flower at the center of the medal bloomed amid that splendor, magnificent and solemn. Unlike the hexagram inlaid in mithril on the bronze medal, the hexagram on the gold medal had been carved from a single gemstone. As Zheng Qing's fingertip slid across it, it felt smooth and comfortable. Surging magic power poured from the gem without the slightest delay, transforming into a hazy glow that curled around his hand.
Then, specks of light leaped out from between the Shore Flower's stamens one after another, settling in midair and clustering around Zheng Qing, making him feel as though he stood amid a sea of stars.
The specks swelled in the wind and, in an instant, turned into ring after ring of silvery-white light. Deep, familiar roars sounded from within those rings, seeming to come from an immensely distant place, intermittent and rising and falling.
"This medal has been adjusted according to your request."
Old Man Ruo Yu's somewhat stiff, monotonous voice sounded beside his ear, like background audio in a game. Yet Zheng Qing did not dare let down his guard in the slightest. Holding the medal in both hands, he listened respectfully.
"...It has been linked to the attached magic on your previous bronze medal and elevated into an advanced summoning spell. It can summon an entire tribe of over two hundred Minotaurs