Once the shop owners finished their desserts, they did not watch the two youths eat their desserts, losing count of which plate it was. The man locking the door of the shop was accompanied by his wife sticking the two-winged wooden shutters coming over the windows together.
Bonbi stood where he was, watching the two youths competing. They were perhaps his age or a year older, but he felt as if he sat at the same table with two people hundreds of years old. Their power levels were not at a point he or other Physical Cultivators could reach.
"Mel, all the academies located in Southern Kyrgyz will gather here, at the Red Claw Academy, six months later."
Mel raised the flaming tray to his mouth to finish the remaining dessert as if nothing had happened. This news meant nothing to him, but the other three people in the room could not stop the sounds coming from their mouths.
"What's wrong? Did you start shaking again?"
