"Something minor?"
Old Yao took his pipe from his mouth, glanced at the Grand Diviner beside him, and snorted irritably. "No matter how small an accident is, multiply it by a huge enough base and it becomes a monstrous calamity. Isn't that what 'a thousand-mile dike collapses because of an ant hole' means? If everyone in the world threw a grain of rice at you, just think how deeply you'd be buried!"
Professor Yi carefully worked it out.
"Assuming a pound of rice contains twenty thousand grains, then one billion people would make fifty thousand pounds." He nodded slightly. "Seen that way... it really would be suffocating for an ordinary child to bear."
Jiuyou Academy's dean exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, his gaze returning to Dormitory 403's window. "The Qingqiu Su Clan has always been famous for its charm magic, and that pretty Su girl became an Archwizard at such a young age. Her fanatics are spread across the old and new worlds... If this weren't First University, I'd wager that on the very first day that report came out, Zheng Qing would have been driven senseless by the resentment flooding in from all over the world."
"Calamity. It's all calamity."
Professor Yi chuckled. "I am rather curious who tipped him off to use the Transformation Spell tonight... Though I was the one who taught him the theory of transforming to evade calamity... at his level, under the weight of calamity, his spiritual clarity should have been clouded. He ought to have acted even more irrationally... There's no reason for him to suddenly become so clever."
"Haven't you always gone on about how exquisitely crafted the threads in fate's web are?"
Old Yao did not answer Professor Yi directly. Instead, he put his pipe back in his mouth and