The Bishop of York looked at Ye Qingtang, who descended quite some height. The closer she got, the more he could feel the powerful aura exuded by the light surrounding her.
The source of magic had already disappeared from this mainland for a long time. Their ancestors once said that the source of magic might not have completely disappeared from this mainland and that perhaps it was hidden in a deeper area.
The Bishop of York had always thought that the ancestors said that for self-comfort, but he truly believed this saying when he saw the light around Ye Qingtang.
The source of magic must not have disappeared. Otherwise, why did this white magician still have magical powers?
"Respectable white magician, we were rude and impetuous. Please forgive us," the Bishop of York said sincerely.
Offending a white magician was a disaster for every kingdom, but winning the favor of a white magician was the supreme glory of any kingdom!
