Compared to caring about that insignificant person, the matter at hand was clearly more important.
"You've become this proficient already?"
Ansel looked at Ravenna, who was in the midst of forging, with some surprise: "Last time it took you six days to reach this point, and now you're doing it effortlessly?"
"What do you think I've been doing these past three years?"
Ravenna's tone was indifferent, but the etheric threads she manipulated were incredibly stable, without the slightest deviation, symbolizing that the shaky second-stage sorcerer from three years ago, was long gone.
"If I can't even produce this piece of armor," her purple eyes flickered with the flames of the etheric furnace, "then the ideas you've piled up at my place would be nothing more than a joke."
"...Even in the future."