"Inject your spiritual power and light it up."
Joelson smiled and asked, "Just light it up?"
The man was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's right, just light it up. The brighter it is, the better it is. The stronger you are, the more benefits you will receive. If you are a tier 7 magister, you will receive five thousand gold coins a year from the Empire."
"Yes, Sir!" Joelson replied and covered his hand with it.
He had done similar tests many times before.
The man picked up the quill and paper, intending to record Joelson's test results at any time.
"Spiritual power level."
The man had just opened his mouth, but before he could finish speaking.
Suddenly.
Bang!
A blinding light suddenly burst out in the room, and the crystal ball in Joelson's hand exploded into countless pieces.
The man's hand that was holding the quill stopped in mid-air, dropping a large number of ink stains on the paper.