Facing an Ancient God for a Year

"Is this the miracle you spoke of?"

In the not-so-dark night, who appeared was none other than Yuan Shan’s teacher, Henry Campbell.

At this moment, faced with his pupil’s call, Old Master Henry’s face was as still as water, silent.

Having received no response, a disheartened Yuan Shan frowned and looked towards Fu Qian.

"Thanks for watching, not bad, right?"

To this, Fu Qian actually gave a gesture as if the performance had ended.

"More than just ’not bad’..."

Yuan Shan muttered to herself, her expression blank.

The last magic trick was actually the Great Summoning Spell?

Two bizarre performances, plus her teacher unexpectedly coming to meet her, had shaken her rationality to its core.

Regrettably, it seemed her teacher was not prepared to help clear up her confusion.