The skies started to dim.
The raindrops hit the rainfall-blocking formation outside the courtyard. The splashing water echoed thunderously in Wei Rong's ears.
Further in the distance, the disciples of Jinhuang Peak were using the spiritual energy in the rain to cultivate their Gold Mana, causing the rain to tremble; the competing brothers were verifying their learning by creating howling sounds from their spells...
However, none of these could distract Wei Rong from his focus, not even a bit.
He was staring intently at Wang Ba, who was sitting with his eyes closed, breathing in and out.
Although he had seen this scene many times in the recent days, he couldn't suppress a touch of astonishment that was rising in his heart:
"Fourteen days... just fourteen days, and he has completely gained control over the Mana Whirl..."