Chapter 372

When the simple and deep figure of Wizard Nuolun appeared at the palace entrance, without anyone reminding, all the wizards in the hall, regardless of seniority or strength, bowed in unison, expressing the highest respect to this eighth-tier wizard.

Jie Ming bowed with the crowd, but his gaze couldn't help but linger on Wizard Nuolun for a while.

He really didn't expect Wizard Nuolun to come here at the beginning, and it sounded like he was the mentor of grand-mentor Anton Buchanan.

Jie Ming's brain ran rapidly, and he instantly figured out the key.

Plane Nuolun workshop, itself is based on logistics wizardry as the foundation and orthodox development.

Among them, the three pillar disciplines of alchemy, runes, and magic potions are even more famous.

As the founder of the workshop, Wizard Nuolun himself must be an existence who has studied logistics wizardry to the extreme.

It is a matter of course that he is proficient in alchemy and even personally taught a peak Great Wizard of the alchemy system like Anton Buchanan.

"Hiss!!!"

A thought flashed through Jie Ming's mind like lightning, making him almost unable to maintain the calmness on his face:

"In that case... according to the division of those popular novels, I, Jie Ming, studied under Clark, Clark studied under Anton Buchanan, Anton Buchanan studied under Nuolun... Am I not the direct descendant of the founder of the Plane Nuolun workshop? The legendary 'direct descendant of the sect'? The background board that can provoke a string of old monsters if you hit the small one?"

This layer of identity made Jie Ming feel a thousand emotions for a time, and there was a wonderful sense of absurdity.

However, this emotion only lasted for a few breaths before it vanished.

He quickly sobered up, background is background, in the vast and boundless multiverse, danger is everywhere.

The number of logistics wizards in the Plane Nuolun workshop is so huge, theoretically they are all "orthodox," but when they should fall, they have never been seen to be less.

Strength is the eternal foundation.

Wizard Nuolun had a gentle smile on his face, and walked in with several seventh-tier wizards behind him who were in different forms but without exception exuded a vast aura like a starry sea.

Grand-mentor Anton Buchanan first greeted Wizard Nuolun respectfully, and then chatted familiarly with those seventh-tier wizards, appearing extremely intimate in his words, obviously they were all from the same sect.

One of the wizards was quite familiar with Anton Buchanan.

His entire body had been completely energy-ized, like condensed from pure blue arcane energy, surrounded by rune phantoms that were constantly born and destroyed.

This wizard emitted a voice with energy tremors and couldn't help but sigh: "I really didn't expect that among us, it was you, little guy Anton, who first touched the threshold of an eighth-tier wizard."

Grand-mentor Anton Buchanan heard this, immediately put his small hands on his hips, puffed out his small chest, and let out a proud laugh that was completely different from his appearance: "Hehehehe... That's for sure! I am a proper genius! Much more reliable than you old guys!"

Listening to his own grand-mentor's unhumble, even somewhat "childish" declaration, Jie Ming subconsciously glanced at Wei Aola next to him.

Wei Aola seemed to feel something and also turned her head.

She looked at Jie Ming with a puzzled face, although she didn't make a sound because the occasion was solemn, the look clearly asked: "What?"

Jie Ming shook his head regretfully, always feeling that Mentor Clark and he were not very similar in personality to the grand-mentor... Instead, Senior Sister Wei Aola's occasionally jumping, liking to show off personality, had a few true transmissions of the grand-mentor.

He couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "Could this be the legendary 'affection across generations'? No, they don't have a hereditary relationship either..."

Over there, grand-mentor Anton Buchanan, while chatting and laughing with his senior brothers, respectfully led Wizard Nuolun to the throne he had just sat in.

Then, he waved his small hand, and the light of alchemy flowed on the ground, and the earth rose like a living thing, quickly shaping into several gorgeous rock thrones engraved with mysterious patterns.

The grand-mentor then sat with several other seventh-tier wizards on both sides of Wizard Nuolun.

After Wizard Nuolun sat down, he waved his hand casually, and a gentle and irresistible force brushed across the audience, and the voice was peaceful but clearly transmitted into everyone's ears: "They are all their own children, don't be too restrained, sit down casually."

"Thank you, Nuolun cabinet/ancestor!" Everyone bowed and thanked again, and then they sat down as ordered, but their posture was a bit more upright than before.

Wizard Nuolun's gaze slowly swept across the audience, the gaze was not sharp, but it seemed to be able to penetrate all appearances and look directly at the essence.

When his line of sight swept over Jie Ming, Jie Ming felt an invisible pressure far greater than grand-mentor Anton Buchanan, like the entire universe pressing down, and his breathing stagnated for it.

Fortunately, the physique tempered by the "Body Forging Method" provided solid support, and the spiritual resistance polished by long-term research on profound knowledge also played a role.

Jie Ming did not show any abnormality on the surface, just tightened his hands on his knees slightly.

Wizard Nuolun's gaze stayed on him for less than half a second, seemed to flash a trace of imperceptible surprise, and then moved away.

He looked at Wei Aola and Clark again, and finally looked at Anton Buchanan beside him, his tone becoming more formal:

"Anton, I originally thought it was not bad that you could cultivate a disciple like Clark. I didn't expect that even in your disciple and grandchild generation, you could bring surprises, very good."

Hearing the personal praise of Wizard Nuolun, not only grand-mentor Anton Buchanan laughed until he saw his teeth, even Mentor Clark, who had always appeared steady, had a clear arc at the corners of his mouth, and pride flowed in his eyes.

The conversation between the two big guys above did not deliberately lower their voices, and the wizards below heard it clearly.

For a time, countless curious, envious, or exploratory gazes were cast toward the area where Mentor Clark sat, focusing on Jie Ming, Wei Aola, and Ending Age.

Facing this sudden attention, Wei Aola maintained the elegant posture she deliberately created.

Her lips curled slightly, revealing a smile that was just right, carrying a bit of mystery and confidence.

If it were someone who was not familiar with her true nature, they would really be deceived by this appearance.

And Jie Ming and Ending Age appeared much calmer.

Ending Age was due to his personality, sitting upright with a bit of restraint.

Jie Ming was even more eyes watching nose, nose watching heart, his gaze lowered, as if he were an old monk in meditation, as if he were completely unaware of the outside gaze.

It was Ending Age's child who appeared a bit nervous, especially since the strength of the wizards present far exceeded him, and now being watched by a group of people, the pressure felt was even greater.

Looking at the nervous "little guy," Jie Ming, Wei Aola, and Clark simultaneously released their auras to cover him, which made him feel much easier.

Wizard Nuolun didn't care about the small disturbance below, his attention returned to Anton Buchanan, and his tone became more formal: "Anton, how do you feel now? How is your state adjusted?"

Anton Buchanan restrained his smile, and a seriousness and confidence belonging to a peak wizard appeared on his childish face: "Feeling very good, mentor. All preparations are ready, and the resonance of the laws has reached expectations. However, I feel that my spiritual power has not yet reached the absolute limit of perfection, perhaps I can accumulate a little more. It is expected that within a month, I will officially start to impact the eighth-tier barrier."

Wizard Nuolun heard this, nodded slowly, and gratification and anticipation flowed in his eyes: "Very good. Since you have a decision, then this month, we will wait here to witness the Plane Nuolun workshop add another eighth-tier wizard."

Other seventh-tier wizards who came together also nodded one after another, expressing agreement.

For formal wizards who often have thousands of years or even longer lifespans, one month of time is just a snap of fingers.

Being able to observe the process of a seventh-tier peak wizard impacting the eighth tier at close range has immeasurable value for their own future path.

(End of this chapter)