After accepting the gift and being assigned a new study plan, the gentleman fell silent.
Zheng Qing vaguely sensed that he should leave.
Then he remembered something else.
"Sir, there's something I think I need to tell you... Last Saturday, when I went back to sleep that night, it seemed like something happened to me again."
Zheng Qing was somewhat timid, yet he recounted in great detail his roommates' descriptions of his sleepwalking. At last, he asked worriedly, "What do you think is going on? Could that Forbidden Curse be getting restless... trying to come out?"
An image involuntarily surfaced in his mind—he and his companions laughing and playing on campus, tossing minor Evil Curses at one another. Then he lost control and blew Fatty Xin into a paste of flesh. Amid his companions' panicked screams, he swelled into a balloon. Finally, with a "bang," he turned into a brilliant firework in midair.
Puji Island shook violently, the school was flattened, and a mushroom cloud slowly rose over the azure sea.
Hiss. The boy shook his head hard, trying to shake that horrifying image from his mind.
"Where's your spellbook?" The gentleman raised his brows, seeming somewhat surprised.
Zheng Qing hurriedly touched the Gray Cloth Bag at his waist and, without any effort at all, pulled the spellbook from it.
Good. Very magical.
The gentleman took Zheng Qing's spellbook and, rather amused, tore off the belt the boy had tied around it as well as the sealing talisman stuck to it.
"Next time, keep some fish glue in your pocket," the gentleman reminded him. "Using saliva to stick on sealing talismans is something barbarians do. Even the Centaur Tribe in the Silent Forest wouldn't do that."
Zheng Qing felt his cheeks grow hot. He agreed awkwardly, then opened the small