The designs weren't identical, but they looked equally pure, and they were about the same size.
In the true golden morning light, Fu Qian silently surveyed the things that had appeared since he left.
One of the pieces of lab equipment he'd previously asked Professor Chang Mo to help arrange—a solid-gold Golden Candlestick—had already been used up when he forged Sword Three Missing One.
He'd originally planned to apply for another one, but after being away for a few days, someone had already arranged one for him. They'd even clearly given it careful consideration.
As for who'd done it, that was obvious.
Chang Mo and the others probably wouldn't have had the time, while the two people currently stationed here, though both well-off, clearly had no concept of this sort of thing—Wen Li, in particular.
A lab assistant really was conscientious.
As he mused, Fu Qian even picked it up and played with it for a bit, confirming that its density was just right.
So was Liu Shuang, the ever-responsible student, still taking the guest student, Miss Wen, around to sightsee?
Anything involving the mind was often a bit troublesome to deal with.
Even just confirming that there were no aftereffects after resolving the problem could be a substantial undertaking.
So there was a good chance the major cleanup at the Spirit Ash Institute was still underway.
Under the circumstances, Wen Li obviously couldn't just up and leave.
As for Liu Shuang, she'd long since made hosting guests part of her job. Who knew what sort of activity she'd carefully planned this time?
Deeply impressed by how smoothly the academy was run, Fu Qian didn't mind that no one had come to welcome him. He went straight off to wash up and change, eager to take in the place's lively