Chapters

As time passed, more students filled the training field to practice magic. The chants of spells, the blasts of magic […]

The morning air at St. Freya Academy carried a faint chill. Ailiya stood alone on the vast magic training field,

Lu Family Living Room. “Asshole!” “Freak!” “No gentleman at all!” Lu Qingqi, back in his teenage male form, raged at

“Aurora? What are you doing here?” Ailiya looked at her classmate, holding a cupcake with cream smudged on her lips,

Genting Pavilion. Lu Qingqi stared at the slice of birthday cake in his hand. Its sweet aroma teased his growling

“…The capital’s architecture is deeply influenced by ancient elven aesthetics, with flowing lines and a focus on harmony with natural

Genting Pavilion. The raucous birthday party fell silent, the air so still a pin could’ve dropped. The second-generation crowd gaped,

Night fell, stars twinkling like diamonds spilled by a careless god across a velvet sky. Ailiya, exhausted from a hectic

Genting Pavilion. Liu Wangjiang’s gaze lingered on “Xiao Yan’s” face for two seconds. No trace of her existed in Nanbo

Genting Pavilion. The hall glowed under dazzling lights, crystal chandeliers scattering prisms of color, making the crowd of second-generation elites