The night wind rustled, making the hems of their robes flap.
The professor's robe seemed to grow especially wide, blocking the young scholarship student's view. Zheng Qing followed behind him, stumbling a few steps. He felt that they had barely left Genie's Hut's hall when the wind by his ears abruptly stopped.
The robe hem that had been billowing before his face also slowly fell back down.
Zheng Qing's eyes lit up, and the complaints he had been about to make slipped back down his throat—he would bet anything that the professor had already taken him away from Puji Island.
Because he remembered clearly that it was currently midnight on Puji Island.
Yet before him lay a New World, with the Red Sun Rising and brimming with vitality. Tender green grass, barely an inch tall, crowded every corner of Zheng Qing's vision. Several clear springs dotted the grassland, along with a few low shrubs. Goose-yellow flowers bloomed shyly beneath the sunlight, just like young brides hiding behind a doorway.
"Where is this?" the boy asked instinctively.
"Some New World," the professor answered casually, as plainly as an ordinary person saying, "I had soy milk for breakfast."
Zheng Qing opened his mouth without making a sound, then closed it again. After trying several times, like a fish stranded in a drying rut, he struggled for a long while before finally asking in a hoarse voice:
"Can I come here too?"
His voice was full of doubt and intense uncertainty.
"Magic turns the impossible into the possible." The professor was always patient with his student's questions. "For me, yes, coming here is not difficult... For you, this is the privilege of being an 'exception.'"
"An exception?" Zheng Qing immediately remembered the Forbidden Curse within him. According to the professor's earlier explanation, the