Truth be told, Mia always favored wizards over cultivators.
She was just more fascinated by them, hoping to see their flashy spells and battles.
Now that Noa had a library filled with martial arts manuals, the first thing she thought was to find magic in it.
It seemed like a wish that couldn't be fulfilled.
Why would a martial hall created for cultivators have spell books?
But seeing her wide eyes, Noa's lips curled into a grin, showing his confidence and proud nature simultaneously.
"I think so," he said softly, and looking at his sister's reaction, he added, "Fireballs shouldn't be that rare."
"Really?" Mia exclaimed, her ears pricking up.
"Why not? It's just a compressed qi sphere with a fire attribute. However, it might not be called a fireball—maybe something else," Noa explained, shrugging.
"Qi? What about mana? There is no mana in this world?" Mia asked, still expecting her dream to live on.
Noa shook his head.
