"To think he’d actually be willing to let someone with such extraordinary talent as a Spirit Artifact settle for being a mere physician. Such talent—heh, what a waste."
The man wore a purple robe, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. His eyes, fixed on the youth, burned with a sliver of greed.
Sitting across from him was a man in green, a folding fan in his hand. A light breeze stirred, brushing stray locks of hair across his face, bestowing upon him an aura of indescribable detachment.
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