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On top of the endless plateau, ten talents stayed idle in various positions, not knowing what to do.

They did not know that five wizards were floating not far from them. With their figures concealed, they were whispering to each other.

"What's the deal with the boy carrying a bird on his shoulder? Did he see us?" An old man with a gentle look asked. He was white all over; white robe, white hair, white eyebrows, and beard…

A witch with red hair and a fine body shape revealed some spell light in her eyes as she replied, "Can't be. He's just a mortal, without any mana flow in him, and I sense no spiritual model on him."

"That's strange. I think he looked at us, or am I seeing things?" The old man muttered to himself and turned toward another two people with a disgusted look.