Amara was occupied with other matters and couldn't always stay by Adrian's side.

Meanwhile, Adrian felt comfortable mingling with a group of outer apprentices.

Azaan donned an exquisite white robe that emitted a noble and opulent aura. Crowning his head with a majestic crown, he radiated an extraordinary aura, unmistakably disclosing his prestigious lineage. He held a delicate folding fan in his hand, presenting a refined and elegant appearance.

When Azaan heard Cormac mention Adrian's name, his eyebrows raised slightly. He clasped his hands and said, "I never expected that you are the famous Adrian. Even more surprising, you are so young. I've heard of you for a long time."

Adrian could tell from Azaan's tone that it was not pretentious—it was just polite conversation.

Adrian returned the courtesy and, truthfully. He had a favorable impression of Azaan. After conversing for a while, he found that Azaan was quite distinguished and not just a noble facade. It seemed that being the