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Chapter 63: The Witch Gradually Realized Something Was Wrong:
Simulation Year 22.
Xu Xi was 36 years old, and Krisha was 28 years old.
Xu Xi’s appearance had changed drastically, a transformation aptly described as “aging.” His once youthful features now carried the marks of time.
In stark contrast, Krisha remained the same. She still looked like a 17-year-old girl, her silver-gray hair and youthful complexion untouched by the years.
Now, when the two went out together, no one mistook them for “siblings.” The difference in their appearances was too pronounced.
Instead, people confidently assumed they were “father and daughter.”
Whenever Krisha overheard such comments, her hollow eyes grew even darker. Her fingers clasped together unconsciously, and a dull ache spread through her chest.
But the witch couldn’t pinpoint the source of her pain. It was an indescribable heaviness that she buried deep within, retreating behind Xu Xi’s shadow as if it were the only place of solace.
“Let’s keep moving, Krisha,” Xu Xi said gently, sensing her discomfort.
He reached out his hand, just as he had when they first met, and led her forward with quiet reassurance.
Life’s road was long and full of pain, twists, and uncertainty. Xu Xi knew that Krisha would struggle to walk it alone.
So, for as long as he could, he would continue to guide her step by step, leading her through the darkness toward the light.
…
[Simulating the twenty-third year, you are 37 years old, and Krisha is 29 years old.]
[You deeply feel the effects of aging, though it does not yet hinder your abilities.]
[As a mage, your vast mental power continues to grow, even as your body begins to slow.]
[This year, Krisha achieved another breakthrough.]
[She advanced from a great mage to a grand mage, entering the same realm as you. Unlike you, however, she faced no significant barriers.]
[You speculate that the balanced forces within her bloodline have shielded her from the usual obstacles.]
[You marvel at the power of balance.]
To celebrate Krisha’s growth, Xu Xi decided to craft a meaningful gift: her own exclusive wand.
…
It was summer. Cicadas chirped incessantly, and waves of heat shimmered in the air.
Under the dappled sunlight, the leaves of the trees gleamed emerald green, swaying in the breeze like rippling waves.
Xu Xi and Krisha rested beneath a massive tree, its sturdy roots offering cool shade.
“Krisha, here’s the new wand I made for you. Give it a try,” Xu Xi said, retrieving the slender wand from his space ring.
The wand was crafted from a branch of the Tree of Life, its yellowish-brown surface smooth and durable. It offered a recovery effect and enhanced meditation for its wielder.
At its tip was a round, crystal-clear orb formed from the essence of an elemental fairy’s life, designed to amplify magical power.
“Thank you… I like it very much,” Krisha murmured.
Whatever you give me, I will always like it, she thought silently.
The witch held the wand delicately, her fingers brushing against its textured surface as she adapted to its feel.
Xu Xi left the wand nameless, allowing Krisha to choose its title.
Cradling the wand, she looked at Xu Xi with her empty, emotionless eyes and softly said, “The Resurgence of Gray.”
It was the name of her first wand—the one she had lost during the crisis in Allenson City. Giving this new wand the same name felt like honoring its legacy.
Xu Xi smiled and gently tousled her silver hair.
“It’s perfect,” he said.
…
[Simulating the twenty-sixth year, you are 40 years old, and Krisha is 32 years old.]
[Your body has grown slower, but your mind remains sharp, and your mastery of elemental control has reached new heights.]
[You and Krisha continue your travels around the world.]
[You lead her to Lake Island, home to Dragon Island—a perilous place teeming with sub-dragon species and pure-blooded dragons.]
“Krisha, don’t worry. Dragons are very docile,” Xu Xi said reassuringly.
“As long as we tap them gently, like this, they’ll understand what we mean and behave better than any domestic pet.”
Today, Dragon Island, which once resounded with roars, was eerily quiet.
Sub-dragons lay trembling on the ground, their eyes filled with fear as they watched the pair of master and disciple conducting a “lesson” nearby.
“Look, Krisha,” Xu Xi said, perched atop the head of a pure-blood red dragon.
He waved his wand and effortlessly cast four level 9 spells simultaneously:
Gravity Field (Earth Magic),
Sky Flame (Fire Magic),
Thunder Roar (Lightning Magic),
and Holy Thorn Penetration (Light Magic).
The red dragon let out a pained roar as its scales shattered, and its blood splattered everywhere.
Soon, the dragon’s powerful physique allowed it to recover from its injuries. It bowed its massive head to Xu Xi, submissive and terrified of another strike.
“See? Dragons are very obedient,” Xu Xi said with a grin.
“I understand, mentor,” Krisha replied calmly, committing his “dragon-taming secrets” to memory.
…
[You taught the witch how to interact with ferocious monsters and dragons.]
[She understood your teachings and remembered them well.]
[You and the witch became dragon riders for a time, bringing you both a rare sense of joy.]
[After leaving Dragon Island, your reputation among dragon-blooded species became deeply ingrained.]
…
[Simulating the thirtieth year, you are 44 years old, and Krisha is 36 years old.]
[Your aging becomes more apparent. One day, while drinking water, you notice a strand of white hair at your temple reflected in the surface.]
[You pause momentarily, pluck out the white hair, and move on. Krisha notices nothing.]
[You travel with Krisha to a nation untouched by steam technology. Its people rely on manual labor for farming, but its unspoiled scenery captivates you.]
[For the first time, Krisha sees the golden waves of wheat swaying in the breeze. The harmony of soil and wind teaches her to observe the world with newfound serenity.]
…
[Simulating the thirty-fifth year, you are 49 years old, and Krisha is 41 years old.]
[The passage of time has not affected Krisha’s miraculous appearance. She still retains the youthful beauty of a 17-year-old.]
[However, her inner self has matured significantly after years of travel by your side.]
[You notice that, at some point, Krisha began watching you closely—whether walking or resting—as if silently worried about something.]
…
[Simulating the thirty-eighth year, you are 52 years old, and Krisha is 44 years old.]
[You are preparing to break through to become a Holy Domain Magister.]