After the massive Oak Door was gently pushed open, its dark-gold door ring let out a faint creak.
It was a spacious room several hundred square meters in area. The air was damp and cool, as though they had stepped into another world.
Various strange plants coiled around the walls, filling the room with verdant greenery. Between the vines hung magical lamps that gave off a soft, faint glow, scattering light into every corner.
Lanchi and Zestira looked toward the depths of the room. Just as the Magical Beast Breeding Department had said, they could indeed see quite a few magical beasts.
Besides the sealed jars, tools, and ingredients piled along one side of the classroom, there were also heaps of licorice and flower leaves.
In the distance, magical beasts of all shapes and sizes were not restrained by cages or chains. They simply stayed quietly and freely in the farthest corner. Some had smooth, noble, and elegant fur; some had flame-like feathers, their outstretched wings resembling a dance of fire; some were covered in thick scales; and others had sharp horns and vicious claws.
Even Zestira, who had attended classes here, could not name all of these magical beasts for a moment.
The only human in the classroom was an elderly teacher with a head of white hair.
He stood in the center of the room, bent at the waist as he murmured affectionately to a magical beast with ice-blue eyes.
The old teacher gently stroked the magical beast, his gaze filled with profound affection.
Although these magical beasts all looked fierce and dangerous, under the old man's care, they appeared extremely docile and friendly.
By the door, Zestira's steps seemed slightly unsteady.
Seeing those enormous and dangerous creatures in the distance, her heart filled with unease and fear.