C43 Minute Subtlety Stage

Zhang Xing had never fully devoted himself to the practice of magic since he first learned it. Yet, in the span of the last two hours, he had been utterly engrossed in the repetitive use of his magical skills. As a third of the sand trickled down the hourglass, he was startled from his trance by a sudden tremor in his body. He had glimpsed magic elements unlike any he had seen before