Shan Yifeng dashed over, practically bouncing with excitement. "Master! Master! You won't believe this!"
He was grinning from ear to ear, clearly eager to share the news of the bet he had placed.
Ace absentmindedly ruffled Shan Yifeng's hair, his gaze distant. "Not now."
Then, turning his attention to the old man observing everything with a sigh, Ace smirked. "I'm enjoying your academy. What's your name, Headmaster?"
The elderly man exhaled deeply, as if bracing himself. "Amon. I am the 31st headmaster of this institution."
Ace nodded in acknowledgment before shifting his gaze to Milson. "I appreciate your escort. As thanks, I'll take in two students of your recommendation."
He paused, his tone turning firm. "Make sure they want to learn alchemy and that they know how to show respect."
Milson's lips curled into a mischievous grin. "Oh, don't you worry about that." He gave a lazy salute and turned to leave.
