The changes in the North District were surely related to Senior Colmar's advancement to Archwizard.
The closer Zheng Qing got to Genie's Hut, the more certain he became of it.
Especially after entering Gu Diao Street, gray-robed magicians packed the road, their devout faces turned toward Genie's Hut—Zheng Qing had never known there were so many magicians in the North District, like a dense, drab mass of rabbits bursting from a meadow after spring rain. Though the crowd was unusually quiet, the fervor and excitement on their faces made the young publicly funded student's heart tremble.
"Next time I come to the North District, I'm definitely changing into a gray robe." The boy lowered his voice and spoke into the witch's ear. Their attire was completely different from the gray-robed magicians around them, drawing many assessing glances. It made him very uncomfortable.
Perhaps because his breath had brushed against her, Jiang Yu's earlobes visibly reddened.
"Have you been to Genie's Hut before?" The witch remained very composed, merely tightening the shawl around herself slightly. "It's my first time here. I was originally thinking of finding a guide..."
"During winter break, I came to Genie's Hut with Fatty and Doctor for a mission." Thinking back on that experience, Zheng Qing could not help but sigh.
It was on that trip to the North District that he had blown apart a cursed demon and forged an inextricable bond with Sartogua. Senior Colmar had also used Sartogua's backlash to successfully advance to Archwizard.
Sometimes, fate truly was marvelous.
"You don't necessarily need to wear gray robes. Dressing more simply will do." The witch smiled, neither approving nor rejecting his suggestion. She had noticed the strange looks around them as well.
Their clothing and bearing, so different from those of the North District magicians,