The Price of Becoming Stronger

At night.

Somewhere.

A certain Card Creator grandmaster was bending over a table and creating cards.

It was late at night. There was silence except for the sounds made by the pen. Dozens of cards were suspended in the air and each of the card surfaces had different data and output.

"Oo… This bottom layer is like this… like this…"

"You're not sleeping yet?"

His wife's voice could be heard.

"I'll sleep after I complete this."

He said in a low voice, "Our child requested this. I heard that everyone in the Sword Card Master Association is talented. They are also very good at words. Our son loves it there. It is rare that he wants to understand card creating techniques. Since he requested this, I will do my utmost to help him!"

What kind of place was the Sword Card Master Association?

Everyone from the association was a genius!

"I heard that even the youngest disciple called Xiaobai is a peak five-star!"