When the sensation of stepping into empty air came again, Zheng Qing finally stopped panicking. Instead, he felt a relieved sense of just as expected.
He had fallen from a plane when he first enrolled, been swept into the sky by Su Shijun in the Sandbox Small World, and entered the Illusory Dream Realm through a mirror. Experiences like these had already dulled the young wizard's nerves. Faced with such sudden shocks, he was no longer left dazed and helpless.
He immediately clutched his talisman gun tight and curled his finger around the trigger.
Zhu Si's scream faintly reached his ears. Before him was utter darkness, without the slightest glimmer of light or breath of wind. Just as he steadied himself and prepared to pull out a lighting talisman, a flash of light abruptly appeared in his field of vision and rapidly expanded.
Bang!
The wizard burst from the darkness and plunged headfirst into the sunlight.
The two intersecting shadows beneath him told him that he was still in the Black Prison, but the clean, orderly bluestone passage before him made it clear that he had left behind the chaotic, desolate wilderness and arrived somewhere governed by order.
Black Prison Castle.
That was the first name to surface in the young scholarship student's mind.
Then he saw an old wizard nearby, wrapped in a heavy cloak. The high collar hid most of his face. Though Zheng Qing stood very close, he could see only a pair of black, beetle-like eyes and the deep wrinkles on the old man's forehead.
The old wizard looked somewhat familiar. That was the second thought that came to the young wizard's mind.
Behind him came the soft groans of the two witches and the black cat's muttered complaints. Zheng Qing quickly turned around and swept