When Mr. Wu told Zheng Qing the phrase "the brave are not fearful," and told him that the most terrifying thing in this world was "the truth," Zheng Qing looked solemn on the surface, but inwardly, he was somewhat dismissive.
What truth could be more frightening than having a Forbidden Spell Seed inside his body? Repeated experiences had long since tempered the young wizard's nerves into something incomparably tough.
So, when he heard that demons and wizards were essentially the same, and that wizard society was also a society where people devoured one another, the young scholarship student wore an exaggerated expression, but his heart barely stirred.
Then Mr. Wu told him that there was a Xuanhuang Wood in the Black Prison, and that the Mystic Yellow Fruit growing on it could help demons transform and save wizards corrupted by demonic aura.
Zheng Qing's gaze shifted slightly, as though a pebble had been cast into the lake of his heart.
Whether it was the shortcut to breaking through to Archwizard and achieving legend, or the truth behind the professors' busyness in the Black Prison, both left the young wizard enlightened yet more worried.
Then Mr. Wu told him that Professor Yao was an old demon who had lived for who knew how long.
That pebble suddenly swelled into a boulder, smashing into the mirror-smooth lake in the young wizard's heart. Zheng Qing finally understood just how terrifying "the truth" could be.
"I always thought only children were impulsive, while adults were all rational." As the young wizard pondered Mr. Wu's words, he muttered his thoughts aloud.
Mr. Wu adjusted his glasses, a trace of mockery on his face.
"Adults... where are there any real adults? Most of the adults you see are merely children who have grown up. Not to