For consecutive days, even Lin Ke was exhausted.
So was Bai Bing.
He felt as if his body had been hollowed out, as he was repeatedly studied and explored by spirited elderly mages, stern middle-aged mages, and mischievous young mages.
Thankfully, he wasn't a woman, or he might have died of embarrassment.
Later on, he went to Andor to have a fight, however, Andor had been a mage for many years, and he stood no chance against him.
Thus, he continued to be a model for human research.
Fortunately, he got used to it later on, or rather, became numb to it.
But not long after, more people came to him, also aiming to study his body.
This time, it was a tall mage with white hair and beard, wearing an enchanted mage robe stained with various marks, and his beard sticking together in tufts.
He was holding a piece of Azanen paper, excitedly grabbing Bai Bing on the street, attempting to strip him of his clothes right there.
