Quindon had just finished speaking when a split second later, he'd already drifted down from the podium and landed in front of the bell tower. No one had seen him move, and it was as if he'd teleported.
Subsequently, his aura began increasing in intensity, exploding in waves that blasted into the sky. It was palpable even to the onlookers, who felt a tremor through their bodies.
Quindon pushed open the bronze door of the bell tower with one hand and walked right in. Everyone remained silent as they waited to see how long it would take him to reach the top of the bell tower.
Sigwin stood behind his mentor with his eyes glued toward the bell tower.
“Sigwin, you're being too hot-headed. You could certainly recreate The Flight of the Three Dragons with the spirit-strengthening pill. Nevertheless, have you considered the consequences of consuming it in public? It would be clear as day. If anyone were to file an investigation, we would have trouble explaining the pill's origin.”
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