A smirk spread across Adam's face, his defiant glare daring Matthew to abuse his authority. Of course, he had no backers. It was a bluff—a truth delivered with such conviction that Matthew doubted his own certainty. Because, as usual, he hadn't spoken a single lie.
The moment he stepped into Port Vaelora, he had sealed his soul affinity using the Lóngshān valley guardians' method. After all, even if he still didn't know why, mages abhorred it.
Though he could have sealed more elements to avoid suspicion, he opted against it. This was probably the most prestigious magical college in both the cultivation and magic worlds.
The knowledge held between these enchanted walls was priceless, accumulated over more than fifteen millennia. He wouldn't pass on anything. Therefore, hiding now would only attract more scrutiny later—questions such as: 'Why is reading mana cultivation techniques designed for so many elements that don't match his affinities?'
