Chapter 548: Horn of Plenty
At that moment, the young mage's voice sounded.
A misunderstanding?
Mark Watson immediately gave a chilling, bone-deep sneer. His venomous eyes locked onto Leon, and after a few seconds, he quietly withdrew the mana from his staff. He shook his head earnestly: "Remember, never try to provoke a Title Archmage. The wrath of someone at that level is not something an Archmage can endure. But telling you this is pointless; only by reaching that height will you truly understand the gap between an Archmage and a Title Archmage... Well, can you take me to your commander now?"
After waiting for a full half minute, the young mage—Leon—still stood there, silent and unmoving.
This...
Mark Watson was momentarily stunned. He could hardly believe it—did this Sixth-Rank Archmage not realize that such behavior was a direct challenge to him?
A Sixth-Rank Archmage provoking a Title Archmage—did he even understand the meaning of the word 'death'? Don't underestimate those few years—they mark a vast difference in magical aptitude between the two.
Fine, I'll teach him myself... After all, even Stan Watson was said to require the protection of a Sword Saint.
With that thought, Mark Watson tightened his grip on the ornate staff in his hand. Threads of white light quietly blossomed, and in the same instant, a shocking magical fluctuation swept through every corner of the parlor. Even he had to admit now that this young man from the Watson Family truly had reason to be proud.
"I think you might be mistaken..."
However, at that moment, the young mage's voice sounded.
"A misunderstanding?"
Mark Watson's lips curled into a chilling, bone-deep sneer. His venomous eyes locked onto Leon, and after a few seconds, he quietly withdrew the mana from his staff. He shook his head earnestly: "Remember, never try to provoke a Title Archmage. The wrath of someone at that level is not something an Archmage can endure. But telling you this is pointless; only by reaching that height will you truly understand the gap between an Archmage and a Title Archmage... Well, can you take me to your commander now?"
"I think I might be the person you're looking for..." Leon rubbed his nose, his eyes narrowing with amusement as he looked at the white-robed mage before him.
This young man from the Watson Family, barely thirty-five years old, had already reached the rank of Title Archmage. His strength even surpassed some veteran Title Archmages. Such an achievement was truly remarkable—no matter which major power in Northend, he would be considered a top prospect for cultivation.
Back then, Solan Monty was considered the most likely genius to enter the Sevenfold Council within the Black Tower, but when he reached the rank of Title Archmage, he was nearly forty. Yet this young man from the Watson Family had achieved it several years earlier.
Don't underestimate those few years—they mark a vast difference in magical aptitude between the two.
He truly hadn't expected the Watson Family to have such an outstanding youth. Compared to Stan Watson, who was said to require the protection of a Sword Saint, this one was leagues ahead...
Even he had to admit now, this young man from the Watson Family truly had reason to be proud.
"You mean, you're the commander?"