Mission 104

"Your resilience, sorcerers, appears to match only the thickness of your skin," Gu Chaoyan remarked matter-of-factly, convinced of the truth in her statement.

The sorcerer gazed at her and offered a subtle smile.

Though she contemplated explaining herself, she ultimately chose silence.

He responded with a fleeting smile.

It wasn't that everyone in their world possessed thick skin; rather, not everyone within the witches was a sorcerer. He stood as the lone practitioner of magic, and no successor would emerge after his passing.

She truly hailed from a different realm.

In this world, the knowledge was universal—there existed only one witch. This singular figure was revered like a god, entrusted with the duty of safeguarding the populace.

The special treatment he received was a direct result of this unique position.

At that moment, he opted not to unveil her origin and risk unsettling her.