On Earth, magic was a means of trying to force an element that did not exist into reality through willpower.
But now, the formation of this space had brought a nonexistent element into a reality that itself did not exist. It was like trying to build a floating tower in midair—simply unbelievable.
Even Monark, who had seen much in his life, was thrilled upon encountering such a minor plane, practically going mad with excitement.
Mages were fundamentally scholars and researchers, not all that different from scientists. Seeing how delighted Monark was, Su Ming did not disturb him. He simply sat down lightly in the chair pulled out beside the table.
He lowered his head to look at the open book, but the next instant, his attention shifted to the steaming cup beside it.
The small wooden cup contained a pale brown liquid. As the light from outside the window shone across its surface, it glimmered with a faint oily sheen. A rich milky fragrance filled the air, accompanied by a barely perceptible gamy smell.
The Mercenary picked up the cup and lowered his head to sniff it, then removed his mask and stood up.
"Teacher, since you're already here, why not come out and meet me?"
"You rarely call me Teacher. Every time you do, it means you want something from me. I was actually thinking of leaving. How did you know it was me?"
Ancient One appeared in the seat Su Ming had yielded, as though she had been sitting there all along. She was even holding that cup in her hand.
Su Ming dragged over another chair and sat beside Ancient One. Watching Monark scratch at the wall like a madman in the distance, he said, "Because this is a minor plane within a Magic Dimension, like the