Xiumeng was indeed in a hurry.
Once everything here was settled, he exchanged a few words with Cas about old times, then left without so much as glancing at the final report on the Ian incident.
It was clear that he had come away empty-handed, and though he was inevitably somewhat disappointed, he also seemed a little relieved. At least he wouldn't have to lay a hand on Cas, someone he knew fairly well.
Of course, for Fu Qian, the Old Man's visit had still been quite meaningful.
After making it through this test unscathed, his current identity as an academy instructor had effectively earned him an officially sanctioned clean bill of health. It would make certain things more convenient from here on out.
Besides that, today had brought an unexpectedly rich academic harvest.
Not only had he successfully completed an academic expedition, but the existence the Old Man had mentioned—something like a mass grave for gods—had also been quite an eye-opener.
Some of the scattered information from before seemed to be on the verge of falling into place.
Of course, the Old Man's warning had been clear too: that place was an absolute taboo for the Night Watchers.
If you touched it, they'd kill you without a second thought.
So, what could he do to touch it again?
Watching the Old Man's retreating figure, Fu Qian already had a rough idea he could try.
"Dean Cas, Professor Fu, Professor Lanaia."
After Xiumeng left, Li Weixuan came over as well, looking much more relaxed.
"Thank you for your hard work this time. At last, it's all over."
He made no effort to hide how relieved he was now that his troubles were behind him.
"Lord Xiumeng's visit was truly unexpected. I had a vague sense that he had some