Old Man Ruo Yu's blessing was very powerful.
This stood in stark contrast to his speech—by the time he finished his remarks of "Do not grow arrogant; reflect upon yourselves," the atmosphere at the scene had become rather subdued. Even Zheng Qing and the others, who had just received praise, found it hard to muster their spirits.
Fortunately, several blessing spells cast by Legendary Wizards soon fell upon the young wizards, dispelling the exhaustion around them, cleansing the lingering ailments within them, and lifting their slightly low spirits once more.
"If he didn't talk and just came down to throw a few spells around, the effect would be even better."
Only after Old Man Ruo Yu turned back into a beam of light and vanished among the clouds did Fatty Xin finally gather the courage to lean close to Zheng Qing's ear and mutter a few words.
Zheng Qing tilted his head and glanced at him, plugging one ear with a hand.
"Didn't hear you. Don't know. What did you say?" The young publicly funded student's triple denial immediately drained some color from the Fat Wizard's face, and he quietly shrank back into his place.
The Trumpet Flowers on the small hill lifted their heads again, and Old Man Vernal's booming voice came from between their petals. "The 2008 Freshman Trial Assembly has now concluded. Students of all academies, depart in an orderly fashion according to class order..."
As Zheng Qing watched the Trumpet Flowers shouting their hearts out, a question suddenly occurred to him.
"Why waste so many Trumpet Flowers?"
He nudged Xiao Xiao, who had been keeping his head down and taking notes beside him, with his elbow and asked curiously, "Leaving Vice Principal Ruo Yu aside, even Old Man Vernal could easily make these several hundred people