In the cave.
Two figures in black robes surveyed the data streams of A-level Spirit Paper, while the silver-haired Lolita sat on a scythe, legs crossed beneath her black skirt, bobbing in the sea of light streams.
She glanced over this sea of data, and then looked down at the K-faced man below, who appeared absorbed in his work, her golden eyes narrowing slightly.
Her adult form had told her, this man's talent was not inferior to her own, and not to be underestimated.
Although there was no need for her adult form to deceive her, she still couldn't help but harbor some doubts.
This would be a good opportunity to gauge the strength of this ant.
Her age and experience were still quite minimal, but she knew that mastering A-level Spiritual Clothes in such a short time was entirely impossible.
The fact that her adult form could do so was completely within her expectations, but if there truly was another existence like herself in this world...
