The mages of the academy were usually acquainted with each other, so they would encounter a few new faces at a conference like this. Of course, most of these new faces would usually turn out to be disciples or acquaintances related to these arrogant and proud mages.

All mages, no matter their background, always had the same mindset. With all of them gathered together, it was obvious that the resulting arguments and debates would be very, very disastrous.

Davey sighed, knowing that only this one outcome was possible.

This conference was no more than a place for a group fight. Whether it was against other towers or against the other factions that divided their own towers, opposition would be unsurprising. The mages would keep each other in check while protecting those who they sympathized with.

Even in the past, the theory, which had just started the debate, did not really matter that much. The mages did not care if it was right or wrong. All they cared about was criticizing the other person’s knowledge and standing. After all, it was the surefire way of proving how superior they were against that one person.

Of course, it was very ironic and funny to see a person so focused and absorbed in their own theoretical research trying their hardest to stop the other person from finding the loopholes in their theory.

Also, mages constantly participated in such brutal debates because they always got the result they wanted. If they had just been fighting a meaningless fight all this time, it was highly likely that this conference would not be taking place up until this age.

—Does this mean anything at all?

‘They have their own reasons.’

For example, a mage’s study could only be established as a complete theory if he could ward off all of the persistent and opposing attacks with his...