After handing the inscriptions to the appraiser, Zora returned to the academy.
Those were only the simplest fire inscriptions. She had no illusion about selling them for a sky-high price.
What she really wanted was feedback.
She wanted to know how the weapon would change once someone actually used her inscription. As long as the buyer was from Heavenly City, she believed some whispers would eventually drift back to her ears.
Back in her dormitory, Zora slipped straight into a closed cycle of cultivation and inscription practice.
She poured all her mental strength into drawing inscriptions.
When her mind became exhausted and empty, she switched to cultivating spiritual power.
Once her mental strength recovered, she picked up the inscription brush again.
This way, round and round she went, like a quietly turning wheel.
