"Teacher, thank you for your teachings. I will work hard to practice them,"
Polaris said, recovering from his excited emotions with a grave voice.
Snap!
A sound of a click from fingers echoed.
Cards flew out of Jack's hand as if by magic, whirling and turning with a continuous fluttering sound, shooting into the midair of the tent before starting to circle around him.
Eventually, like birds returning to their nest, the cards neatly stacked into a pile, coming to rest in the palm of Jack's hand.
"The Western War will continue for a while. You can use this opportunity to sharpen your combat skills and gradually become familiar with the abilities of a 'Magician'..."
Chen Lun placed the deck of cards in Polaris's hands.
"Next, I look forward to your performance."
"Yes, Teacher,"
Polaris said, gripping the cards tightly and speaking solemnly.
Although he knew they were nothing more than an ordinary deck of cards, they contained his teacher's expectations.
