Swordpoint I

The young Wizard gracefully came before Wizard Mogan and gestured a single palm salute. "Wizard Mogan!"

The young Wizard's movement was graceful, and his entire body exuded an aristocratic air. His burgundy hair draped elegantly behind his shoulders. His fair countenance glowed with a trace of radiance, especially his eyes, which were like two beautiful sapphires. The bright blue sparkle in them was truly breathtaking.

"Hehe, Wizard Mogan, this is a new disciple whom I took in sixty years ago! What do you think?

Wizard Yatho's face was overflowing with smugness. At his level, it was too difficult to progress even a single step forward, and a Legendary Wizard who had consolidated a Maxim would be comparable to the gods and was almost immortal.

Since the Legendary Wizards were unable to progress forward, yet enjoyed near immortality, their next greatest achievements would be to nurture excellent disciples!