Pollution from the Starry Sky could fundamentally alter a wizard's magical properties, behavioral habits, level of sanity, and even the purity of their soul. Therefore, after First University's Guardian Formation was activated again, the hunting teams and patrol personnel who had participated in the outer winter hunt were all taken away by the hurriedly arrived school staff for two and a half days of health and safety evaluations.
During that time, the young wizards also had to undergo an investigation by the Professor Joint Conference, complete their hunting teams' special winter hunt statements, Trident Sword's records of sightings of Outer Gods, reports on the high-intensity spells they had cast for submission to the Alliance and the Relevant Department, and so on.
By the time Zheng Qing left a certain secret experimental base and returned to the university, half of the sixteenth week of his second-year fall semester had already passed, and there were less than two weeks left until the end of 2009.
To be honest, Zheng Qing was deeply grateful for the school's cautious handling of the matter.
Not because this arrangement could do much to help him avoid pollution from the Starry Sky—strictly speaking, Zheng Qing did not particularly need that kind of help—but because those two and a half days could weaken, to the greatest extent possible, the resentment that had clung to him on the day the Giant Hand descended.
No matter who that resentment came from.
Time was the best means of dissolving it. There was no second best.
In short, when the exhausted young publicly funded student walked through the familiar campus at noon on wednesday, he felt as though the entire world had become much brighter.
Of course, that might simply have been because the sun was exceptionally brilliant today.
Although it was