They felt a sense of pride swelling in their hearts.
Their eagerness to learn about the path of the sorcerers intensified.
Shuiyuelou had evidently become a sacred venue for the magicians to exchange ideas.
Of course, this was in Wei City.
Ning Mei sat to the side, watching the interactions between the sorcerers and scholars, soaking in the atmosphere.
Though things had changed from before, a faint smile involuntarily appeared on Ning Mei's face.
At the same time.
A figure emerged in Ning Mei's mind.
Wang Ye.
The scene in Shuiyuelou was all due to a few words from Wang Ye.
It could be said that Wang Ye's words altered many people's destinies.
"What's the matter, are you thinking about the Saint Heir Wang Ye again?"
Just as Ning Mei was pondering this, Xue Shuiyue's voice came to her ears.
Ning Mei turned her head and saw Xue Shuiyue's snow-white teeth visible due to her laughter.
