Mr. Wu led Zheng Qing down from the sky, descending slowly toward the town's northern district.
Their destination was clear.
There was a street below called Gu Diao Street.
On that street stood a small tavern called the Sakura Tavern.
The closer they drew to the tavern, the more uneasy Zheng Qing became—he did not think Mr. Wu was unaware of his relationship with Senior Colmar, yet Mr. Wu had still brought him here from another perspective. Was there some deeper meaning behind it?
Unable to figure it out for the moment, the boy could only swallow down his doubts.
Mr. Wu did not remain silent during their descent. Instead, he began chatting with Zheng Qing as though they were having an ordinary conversation.
"What do you think a wizard is?"
Recalling the definitions from his textbooks and dictionaries, Zheng Qing cautiously answered, "...A pioneer in the pursuit of truth? Or someone who can use magic?"
Mr. Wu smiled.
"Neither answer is wrong, but neither is profound enough." He raised a hand and traced an arc before him, as though caressing the entire university. His voice seemed somewhat distant. "...In truth, the vast majority of wizards are merely pitiful creatures chasing after time."
"A wizard's obsession with time is much like a Bading person's obsession with money."
"Just as Bading people can never have too much money, wizards never have enough time. That is why few wizards are willing to remain in Bading time. On one hand, there are the restrictions of the Wizard Codex and the Silent Effect. On the other, the Bading World is simply too barren and lacks substances that prolong life... In contrast, the New World possesses abundant materials capable of elevating life itself. That is why ambitious young people all like to go out into