Cultivating in the Wizard World

Chapter 696: Chapter 592: Mentor and Departure

The range is different, and the number of twins you can find varies drastically.

"But generally speaking, the higher-level the wizard, the more likely they are to find a twin," Viola added, "After all, most high-tier wizards are not young."

Jeming understood.

A wizard’s lifespan can be extended indefinitely, so many high-tier wizards are likely old monsters who have been around since the early days of the Grand Wizard Expedition.

Their bloodlines can be traced back to the purest sources of wizard civilization, making it indeed more likely to find their twin in parallel worlds.

He looked at those high-tier wizards on the square and suddenly understood the true meaning of the "gathering."

These wizards gathered together, not only to display their power to another wizard civilization to ensure dialogues carried on an equal footing but more importantly, to try their luck to see if they can find their twin.

The high-tier wizards who didn’t show up probably didn’t think they would have twins or simply weren’t interested in such "chance-based" gatherings.

"Then why were we called here..." Jeming looked at Avery Knight.

Dean Avery Knight smiled, "Apart from letting you see the world, you’ll certainly receive rewards after the gathering ends. After all, you also contributed to discovering this parallel wizard civilization."

Jeming and David’s eyes lit up simultaneously.

Contribution... rewards... and such rewards during an event of this civilization-wide scale?

What level of things could that be?

Dean Avery Knight chatted with a few more people before being called away by a Seventh Level Wizard in the distance.

Before leaving, he patted Jeming on the shoulder, said, "Take a good look when you get over there," and hurriedly left.

Jeming and David exchanged a glance, both seeing the excitement in each other’s eyes.

Before they could exchange words, David’s Magic Network Terminal started vibrating.

He glanced down, his expression turning a bit regretful.

"My mentor is calling me," David said to Jeming. "I’ll head over first."

"Alright, we’ll talk later." Jeming waved him off, bidding farewell.

David nodded and quickly vanished into the crowd.

Jeming watched his figure disappear among the high-tier wizards and suddenly realised something, turning to look at Viola.

"Speaking of... where’s the mentor?"

Viola shrugged blankly. "I don’t know."

Jeming frowned, "Could it be that the mentor doesn’t intend to attend this gathering?"

Given Professor Clark’s character, not attending such high-level events wasn’t unusual.

After all, their mentor is relatively young compared to other high-tier wizards and might not care about finding his "twin" by chance.

"No, the mentor said he would come," Viola shook her head. "In fact, it was the mentor who first told me to contact you."

Jeming was stunned.

Professor Clark voluntarily wanted to come?

The person who spends all day cooped up in a lab studying various laws and considers eating a waste of time, actually volunteered to attend such a gathering?

This seemed even more startling!

The two exchanged perplexed looks, both filled with confusion.

"I have arrived."

Fortunately, before they could speculate further, a voice came from behind them.

The voice was very calm, with a slight hint of aloofness, characterized by Professor Clark.

Jeming and Viola turned around with smiles on their faces.

"Mentor, you... whoa, handsome guy, who are you?!"

Jeming halted mid-turn, his gaze falling on the person behind them, face frozen, blurting out instinctively.

He took an involuntary step back, eyes wide open.

Standing before them was a young wizard who looked just over twenty.

His features were strikingly handsome, even delicate, with fair skin and a head of thick black hair neatly combed back.

He wore a well-tailored dark grey magic robe with silver rune patterns embroidered at the edges.

Though it was a magic robe, on this person, it looked like a custom-made suit.

But in his memory, Professor Clark was a slightly balding man, seemingly always exhausted, with bloodshot eyes and a wizard robe that still bore a few stains, exuding a deteriorating middle-aged vibe.

The person before him had no resemblance to that image!

Viola’s expression was not much better.

Always with a lazy look, at this moment, her mouth was hanging open wide enough to fit an egg.

Clark still maintained a calm demeanor, his gaze sweeping over their faces, expressionless.

Viola was the first to react.

She took a quick step back, pointing a finger at Clark, her voice changing tone, "Who are you? How dare you impersonate our mentor!"

Clark’s eyebrows moved slightly.

The next second, his hand had already precisely grasped Viola’s head, lifting her like a kitten and shaking her gently.

"You actually have the leisure to tease me," his voice remained calm, but his actions were merciless, "It seems the tasks I assigned to you are quite easy."

Viola’s head wobbled side to side, her hair coming loose.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry! Mentor, I’m wrong!" Familiar strength made Viola immediately realize, her voice becoming choppy from the shaking, "You are indeed the mentor! A true, genuine mentor! More real than gold!"

Jeming watched this scene, his mouth twitching.

This motion, this force, this expressionless yet subtly threatening style—undoubtedly, it was Professor Clark.