The Dilemma of the Institute of Curses
What I said earlier was right. Professor A Kai really was very accommodating.
And the Institute of Curses was indeed easy to find.
Its spires were like cones, and its dome soared high. Though its ranks had dwindled, the Institute of Curses still occupied one of the grandest buildings in the entire academy district.
Of course, compared with the lofty, isolated barrier around the Spirit Ash Institute, this place seemed much more approachable.
The enormous, light-brown building showed no signs of any supernatural arrangements, inside or out.
Only the morning light reflected off the polished stone walls, worn smooth by time, still shone brilliantly, as if proclaiming the glory of days gone by.
And that was the sad part. Clearly, few people were interested in appreciating even that glory now.
That was also why I said Professor A Kai was so accommodating.
At a glance, the vast area was eerily deserted, with only a handful of students left behind.
And Professor A Kai's presence stood out unmistakably among them.
He didn't exactly seem keen on his academic work, though.
The morning was still young, but by the time we arrived, the supernatural faculty and students—who didn't need much sleep to begin with—had already started making the most of the day.
Yet A Kai looked about the same age as Li Weixuan and should by all rights have been one of the Institute of Curses' rising stars. And still, he was sleeping in a thoroughly undignified sprawl.
It suited the Institute of Curses' twilight years, at least.
Knock, knock!
As I mused, Fu Qian raised a hand and knocked on the door in front of us.
Calling this Fourth Academy approachable wasn't an exaggeration. We had made our way here while commenting on everything