The young hunters of the Kunpeng Hunting Team had accounted for every angle.
Except for one oversight.
It was now the end of the semester, and final exams were next week. So this Saturday morning was not as peaceful as an ordinary Saturday. At first light, a long line had already formed outside Book Mountain Hall, waiting to enter for self-study.
One end of the line stopped before Book Mountain Hall's glass doors—only at seven in the morning would the librarian open those doors, symbols of the ocean of knowledge—while the other wound around the small plaza in front of the library before finally reaching Linzhong Lakefront.
And every moment, the end of the line continued to grow.
At midsummer, all things flourished. After the morning mist dispersed, the sun turned pleasantly warm. The fishmen who had slept at the bottom of the lake all night surfaced, baring their ferocious faces and greedily inhaling the Spiritual Energy lingering in the mist above the water. White water buffalo drifted slowly across the surface, occasionally stretching out their necks to curl up a mouthful of tender grass from the shore. And the Crimson Phoenixes poked half their heads out from beneath their wings, secretly eyeing the little fish floating on the surface in search of food.
In the line stretching to the lakeshore, young wizards hugged thick review materials and swayed as they recited definitions and potion formulas that seemed impossible to remember.
Everything was so normal.
Of course, not every student could feel the pressure of approaching exams. Nor was every wizard in line fully focused on studying.
There were always a few slackers who did not want to waste their time muddling through life, yet lacked the discipline to review their lessons. All they could do was stand in line,