"If they were timid, why would they come to Black Prison?"
"Black Prison may be dangerous to us, but to those Archwizards, the danger is already very low. Besides, beyond the risks lie extraordinary rewards... enough to drive even the most cowardly people mad."
"Just for a few Mystic Yellow Fruits?"
"It's not as simple as a few fruits... They say Mystic Yellow Fruits can help Archwizards break through to become Legendary Wizards! Imagine it—the possibility of becoming a legend in one go... That would drive every Archwizard mad."
"That's strange. If Mystic Yellow Fruits are so precious, why are there so few people from the Alliance here? As far as I know, quite a few ancestors of those Wizarding Families have been stuck at the peak Archwizard realm for a long time."
"There are only so many fruits. Every additional faction means another group to share them with... The school is stingy. Just look at our dorm renovations. What era is this, and the walls are still whitewashed with lime! And the School Newspaper Editorial Department—the reimbursement standards for field reporting were set a hundred years ago, can you imagine that? The editorial department's consulting fees don't cover nonhuman wizards. After interviewing centaurs or merfolk, we can only find ways to submit extra meal receipts..."
The young wizards of the You Zui Hunting Team huddled together in a shallow pit, chattering in low voices. The pit had been left behind by some lightning spell earlier, and the scorched smell of the strike still lingered at its bottom. But at a time like this, no one cared about such minor details.
Zheng Qing did not join his companions' discussion. He stayed beside the black cat, his unblinking eyes fixed on Zhu Si, who had been "kidnapped" by the Pureblood Mi-Go.