Zheng Qing had once heard a certain explanation.
The human brain received vast amounts of information and performed vast amounts of calculations every moment. Every second, it extrapolated countless possible futures. But most of the results of that overloaded computation were discarded because the brain could not bear them, cast into some corner of the mind as though they had never happened. On the rare occasion when reality matched one of those past calculations, the corresponding image would be unearthed from the depths of memory by consciousness, becoming something that seemed to have happened before.
This was one explanation for déjà vu.
To ordinary people, déjà vu was a baffling yet fascinating phenomenon. But to wizards, it was an exceptional talent for Divination Magic.
Zheng Qing did not possess such an exceptional talent.
So when he turned and headed downstairs, with a jubilant shadow before him and a solemn, grand ceremony behind him, and was suddenly struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, feeling as though he had experienced this scene before, his first thought was not whether his Divination Magic had made another breakthrough. Instead, he deeply suspected that some Bronze Dragon from the Black Prison Battlefield had sneaked into the school, intending to wreak havoc at the opening ceremony.
The young wizard could not help looking back, then fell silent.
First University's opening ceremony did not merely host young wizards whose studies were still unfinished. There were even more powerful wizards renowned throughout the Wizarding World. There were certainly legends among them, and perhaps even an Ancient One might occasionally glance over.
With such a lineup, let alone that Bronze Dragon, which had only gained a trace of legendary aura after merging, even the Sea Demon King, freshly advanced to Ancient One, would gain nothing by coming