"I... exploded?"
Zheng Qing blinked and repeated Mister Wu's answer. Only after a long moment did it sink in. "I exploded? I can explode? You mean an actual explosion? What magical principle is that supposed to follow?"
Muttering, he raised a hand and inspected his palm and the back of his hand.
Perhaps because he was in the Blank Land, both looked exceptionally clean. His skin was so clean it seemed almost transparent, allowing him to see the blue-black blood vessels and fine muscle fibers beneath it at a glance.
"I was a perfectly healthy cat—no, person. How could I just explode? I only got a little angry while beating up that toad... how did that make me explode?"
"Are wizards all this unreasonable?"
"Get a little too angry and you explode? That violates the law of conservation of magic power!"
At last, he recovered a shred of reason from his confusion and bewilderment, then slowly followed it back to clearheadedness:
"The magic power in the universe can neither be created nor vanish into nothing. It can only change from one form to another or transfer from one individual to another... nor can magic power spontaneously transfer from a lower-dimensional individual to a higher-dimensional one. It's impossible to draw magic power from a single source and convert it entirely into useful effects... in other words, as someone whose magic power operates at a lower level, I couldn't possibly trigger a higher-dimensional magic tide... that violates both laws of conservation of magic power!"
Holding his teapot, Mister Wu regarded the young wizard with a thoroughly satisfied look.
"You're a little smarter than I imagined... at least you didn't just stare blankly at me, unable to make sense of a single word. It seems sending you to school for a while did