The sudden, brief destruction in Beta Town North District had not stirred the slightest ripple across First University's campus.
On the one hand, neither Trident Sword nor the School Labor Committee's investigators had appeared at the accident site. On the other hand, those gifted students perched high in their ivory tower rarely cast their eyes upon that magical lowland.
Of course, the more important reason was that before anyone else noticed that "small" accident, the Yellow Flower Cat had already dragged Mr. Wu's projection out of the void and used Zheng Qing's silver Pocket Watch to turn time back several minutes.
This reversal had been a "selective reversal." Mr. Wu had merely restored the street to its original state. The few dead tricksters and the blurry shadow of the Outer God had not been revived by his magic.
Whenever Zheng Qing thought of it, he felt as though his heart were being scorched.
That feeling became especially clear as he walked through Jiuyou Academy on Monday morning.
Because he felt exceptionally hypocritical.
He could run all over the place for the lives of a few little sprites, yet after several tricksters died right before his eyes, he could not feel the slightest grief—so much so that he suspected Mr. Wu might have tampered with something while repairing his body.
But after adjusting time, Mr. Wu had left directly, giving the boy no chance to ask further questions.
That only made him more dejected.
"This isn't your fault," Jiang Yu had softly comforted him before they parted the previous night. "The moment they used Sacrificial Magic, they had already accepted the possible consequences... Every sacrifice comes at a price."
That small comfort was like the last plum left to a starving, thirsty man in the desert, keeping the young scholarship student's