Unlike the library, First University's Magic History Museum lay deep within the Silent Forest. Like the school's institutes and hunting grounds, it occupied an area of its own.
Just after eight that evening, Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao appeared in a woodland clearing not far from the museum.
This was not Zheng Qing's first encounter with the school's Magic History Museum.
Not long ago, when Mr. Wu had been teaching him, he had briefly taken him through one of the Magic History Museum's exhibition halls. The North American bison, Burning Rack, and bizarre ape-man display had left a deep impression on the young wizard.
But entering the museum through its main entrance was still a first for Zheng Qing.
It was not until he reached the front of the museum that the young publicly funded student learned that, unlike Book Mountain Hall, this place did not have a glass door in its lobby that would open as long as one swiped an id card.
"So you're saying it's closed now, and we can't get in?" Zheng Qing stared at the shimmering water before the museum, then turned to give Xiao Xiao a rather speechless look.
He had assumed that once they arrived at the museum, with Dr. Xiao leading the way, they could simply walk in. Instead, before they had even caught sight of the museum's gates, this abrupt little lake had blocked their path.
It was a small lake roughly a li in both length and width, its shores dotted with many thick weeping willows.
The lake water murmured softly. Apart from the rippling gleam and the golden Full Moon reflected on its surface, there was not a trace of movement. Lush aquatic grass and thick weeping willows swallowed the shore. Zheng Qing could not tell where the lake