Mystical Prints

The Second Prince's voice seemed like it was still resounding next to his ears. However, the middle-aged maid's gaze had regained its clarity, and she was now looking at Fang Xingjian with a stunned expression.

Fang Xingjian cast a glance toward her before leaving immediately.

The Second Prince's final words continued to repeat in his mind.

'Don't cultivate magic prints?

'Hmph, I came to Miracle World without even completing my first transition. When have I ever learned magic prints?'

Looking at the booklet in his hands, Fang Xingjian then kept it before heading for the examinees' dormitory.

He sat down cross-legged and started healing his wounds.

Although he craved dearly for power, he was also extremely curious about the booklet the Second Prince had handed to him. However, his stamina had been depleted, and he was injured. What was most important to him now was clearly to heal his injuries. Only thereafter would he be able to truly start his cultivation.