"Meng Meng, that’s enough!" The middle-aged man looked at the eccentric young lady before giving Shen Yanxiao an apologetic look, “I’m sorry if Meng Meng has disturbed you.”

"Uncle! Put me down! I finally caught a living one, you let me ask or I will die!" The lady continued to struggle, trying to break away from the middle-aged man’s tight grasp, yet no matter how old the man was, he seemed to be really strong; hence despite her struggle, it still had no effect.

What do you mean, caught a living one?

Shen Yanxiao mouth was slightly twitching.

"Don't make a fuss, if your father knew that you're here making a scene, let’s see if he wouldn’t come and pick you up. They have told you a lot of times. No one had dared to take the Warlock path anymore, you can see it with your own eyes too. This is the last Warlock Branch in the entire Long Xuan Empire, and there is no one in it. How can you still not give up!” The middle-aged man looked helpless.

The young lady had a taut face and didn’t even wait for him to continue before she said, “No, that person called Shen Yanxiao is a Warlock. She also defeated the elites of different professions and won the school tournament. The Warlocks are obviously very powerful. Those people are just old men who believe in the traditional ways and are mentally challenged. What Warlock is bad? I think Warlock is great! I’m going to be a Warlock even if you break my legs! Next year, I will register into the Warlock Branch of the Holy Roland School!”

The young lady’s declaration made Shen Yanxiao slightly surprised. This was the first time she heard someone wanting to be a Warlock. Looking at the young pretty lady again, Shen Yanxiao was less annoyed than previously.

"What do you know? The wrong things that the Warlocks had done is not something a little lady like you could understand. If you dare to be a Warlock, your father will really break your legs."

"Break then break! I will still go in a wheelchair. Come on!"

"You!"

"Pffft." Shen Yanxiao didn’t know whether she should cry or laugh at this young lady’s firm declaration. She had never seen such a proud yet cute way of declaring things.

"Hey, young lad, come on and tell me. Uh, you see I’m not a bad person, I’m a great and nice person. I just want to be on the same school as you, although you are an Archer and I’ll be a future Warlock, we can still be considered…” The lady still wanted to persuade Shen Yanxiao to give out information, but the middle-aged man could no longer bear her chattering mouth and covered it up.

"Sorry for making you see something laughable.” The middle-aged man wanted to double slap himself. He brought her to the Holy Roland School because he thought that when she saw the rundown Warlock Branch, her desire to be a Warlock would die, but unexpectedly, she instead vowed that she would keep the Warlock Branch alive, which made him almost faint.

"It's alright." Her annoyance was completely erased after hearing the young lady’s declaration. Shen Yanxiao looked teasingly at the cute young lady. At least, someone began to accept the Warlock path, right?

She believed that soon there would be more people like this lady, and that one day, the Warlocks would return to their glorious days.

Shen Yanxiao looked at the young lady then turned away. She did not forget the true purpose of her own trip. In The Rising Sun City at the Barren Land, there were thousands of people waiting for her to go back. She must not delay any longer.

With great difficulty, the young lady tried to catch the student leaving with her back on her sight. She was kicking with her legs but that wasn’t enough to break free from the middle-age man. Finally she opened her mouth and bit his hand.

The middle-aged man shouted in pain as he let go of her.

The young lady cleverly landed on the ground and stared angrily at him.

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