The glow of Teleportation faded in the grand hall, and Jeming's figure reappeared.
The instant his feet were firmly on the ground, he clearly felt countless gazes, like invisible probes, snapping into focus on him all at once.
The meanings contained in those gazes were quite complicated.
There was scrutiny, there was inquiry, there was disbelief, there was deep curiosity, and there was even a faint, hard‑to‑describe… regret?
The only thing missing was the congratulations or admiration that ought to be given to someone who had just seized the final victory in an intense melee.
Jeming understood this perfectly well, yet his face remained calm.
He knew that the "methods" he had used in the arena just now had definitely been seen through at a glance by these sharp‑eyed High Tier Wizards in the hall.
Although their gazes differed, out of Wizard etiquette and respect for a Nolun Wizard, no one rashly stepped forward to disturb Jeming.
Only Viola.
