The fireplace flames quietly burned, as Luo Yan sat in the office of the Tower of Great Sage, flipping through the magic tome he had just borrowed.
He had already finished reading Arist Thorne's theories, and recently started researching Professor Uriel Acle of the Holy Power School's "Soul Sewing" spell.
Or to put it in more academic terms—"Soul Weaving Technique".
Previously, Hecajelin's notes mentioned the existence of this ritual, and even by Hell's standards, it was quite evil.
It was akin to sewing one person's eyes onto another person's forehead, to increase the weight of the latter's soul.
Of course, Professor Uriel did not share this memory in public magic books, but rather packaged it nicely as "sewing the wounds of the soul".
At this moment, footsteps and a knock on the door sounded, and soon a familiar guest visited.
Luo Yan reckoned it was about time for him to arrive.
"...Professor Hector, please have a seat!"
