Lynch was speechless.
What impression had Avery left on him over the past few days?
Confident, decisive, and commanding!
She truly embodied the archetype of a queen—a template fit for the leading heroine of a female-centric novel.
But now, what was this sudden display of coquettishness?
Gossipy, chatty, incessantly talkative.
How was she any different from the ordinary witches he knew?
"Boring."
Lynch couldn't be bothered. He sat down by the fire, closed his eyes, and continued his cultivation.
Avery, unfazed by the snub, shrugged and said, "Relax. He poses no threat to you. Your concerns are unnecessary."
Pausing for a moment, she suddenly added, "Aren't you curious? In just two or three years, while even purebloods like us, blessed with abundant resources, are still stuck as mid-level apprentices, how has he already advanced to high-level apprentice so early?"
Lynch raised an eyebrow and opened his eyes. "What did you say?"
