"The final stroke." Ice Magic Power suddenly condensed. Nian Bing pointed to the crucial part of the scroll. With a hiss, the scroll twinkled blue, immediately turning into a pile of icy dust, rendered useless.
Nian Bing felt somewhat tired due to the massive expenditure of his spiritual power. He leaned helplessly against the bookshelf, "The success rate of this Sixth rank Magic Scroll is really low. It's a waste of one Gold Coin of mine."
"You're already doing very well." A pleasant voice came from behind. Nian Bing turned around to see Long Ling had somehow appeared beside him. As she squatted down and looked at the completed scrolls on the ground, she couldn't help but smile: "If every mage had a success rate as high as yours, our Mage Guild would have been the richest organization on this continent."