Underground Holy Spring

Time quickly flowed by. Mo Fan gave his precious youth to cultivating and hunting beasts as he immensely enjoyed this experience.

In just a wink, the number of beasts killed by Mo Fan had already gone past fifteen. In the eyes of the old veterans in the Hunters Union, he would be classified as a extremely experienced Magician.

In school, the Magic High Exams, the waterfall that could allow the students to leap onto the gates of the dragons, was slowly approaching.

“Your comfortable days are quickly coming to an end, Mo Fan,” Zhoa Kunsan said to Mo Fan, delighting in Mo Fan’s misery.

With graduation coming, it would also mean the previous Magic Duel promise which was witnessed by the School Principal was nearing.

Mo Fan couldn’t help but admit that this guy Mu Zhuoyun sure was cunning. He had set the Magic Duel on a date before the Magic High exams.