"Three!"
The Headmaster looked up at the sky in surprise, clearly unable to believe it.
"That fast?" Xi Ye, who had been tagging along, was stunned as well.
Three meant the dreamscape had not been completely infected. There was still room to turn things around!
"Who managed it this time?" Xi Ye asked curiously.
"Little Maya," the Headmaster said, his expression complicated.
Xi Ye froze for a moment, then asked hesitantly, "You mean that woman who went off by herself?"
"Yes."
"You really weren't wrong," Xi Ye sighed when he heard that. "She really did manage to pull it off. Impressive."
"She is impressive." The Headmaster drew a breath.
His feelings were rather complicated. His earlier judgment had been that if Little Maya dared to do this, she must at least have some confidence. In his view, her chances of success were at least higher than Andrew's group's, but not by much. If Andrew's group had a one percent chance, hers had been at most five percent.
Yet both of them had managed it.
How was he supposed to put it?
The people involved in this incident were truly far more capable than he had imagined.
At this thought, he looked toward Xi Ye. The fellow was still the same as before, like a thick iron lump that made it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
But judging from his eyes, there did not seem to be much fluctuation.
Was his reaction simply slow, or did he really not care?
In any case, the result was good for now. The three most difficult places had been taken down, and the remaining two were both places where he had predicted relatively high odds of victory.
Just as he was thinking this, three black shadows suddenly flew over from the distance