"This otherworldly planet was on the verge of death before, yet it really recovered its vitality in just a few short years?" Bishop Holder looked around in amazement.
"Could their technology be capable of anything?"
Klein followed behind, a trace of bitterness in his otherwise calm expression.
"Your Grace, in the eyes of the Great Xia people, the magic we take such pride in is merely a form of natural energy that has yet to be fully analyzed."
"Ridiculous!"
A young Sixth-Order Archmage in the delegation could not help snorting, his eyes flashing with the Holy Human Race's deeply ingrained arrogance.
"No matter how powerful technology is, it's nothing more than an external tool!"
"No matter how clever the Great Xia people are, their bodies are still frail!"
"They don't have even the faintest trace of magic elements within them. They are outcasts abandoned by God!"
The mage had not spoken loudly, but several nearby Great Xia citizens pushing strollers still turned to look at him.
But the Great Xia citizens merely glanced at him as though he were crazy, then walked away, laughing among themselves. No one bothered with these otherworldly foreigners who had been so conservative that they had only now come to Great Xia.
The young mage's face alternated between green and white. Just as he was about to erupt, Bishop Holder suddenly stopped.
"Wait."
"Elemental resonance?!"
He was staring at a Great Xia boy dressed in dinosaur pajamas who looked no more than four or five years old.
The boy held half a skewer of bright red candied hawthorn in one hand, while his other hand reached anxiously into the air.
Three or four meters above his head, a hydrogen balloon bearing a picture of Sun Wukong had slipped from his grasp and was drifting unsteadily