The three young wizards stared at that tiny spark, holding their breath until it vanished completely. Only then did they all let out a sigh. Zheng Qing felt another layer of cold sweat break out along his neck.
"...In his research, Tanya Ruman (1889) pioneeringly proposed the theory of 'Explanatory Transfer.' By accepting the existence and agency of intermediary nonhuman beings, the theory successfully explained the origins of the Classical school's rampant mysticism, clarified the boundaries between Classical Magic rituals and Satanic Worship, and thus achieved the 'disenchantment' of mysticism, laying a solid foundation for the development of Modern Magic Theory..."
Zhang Jixin's recitation was forceful and resonant. He focused on reviewing his notes on mysticism, seemingly completely unaware of the lingering tingling sensation in the air.
At some point, Fatty Xin had already crushed that sheet of parchment into a ball, as though he might throw it out the window the next second.
Zheng Qing glanced outside.
From his corner, he could see part of Linzhong Lake through the window. Though it was already deep winter, because of the Merfolk Tribe, the lake had not frozen over completely. From afar, it looked like a piece of pale blue-green jade. Strands of sunlight spilled across its surface, gleaming with enchanting colors—those magnificent hues did a good job soothing the young scholarship student's unease.
He drew back his gaze.
Dr. Xiao, who had narrowly escaped disaster, was still a little pale, but his expression had completely calmed down. At some point, he had opened his thick black-covered notebook and begun making marks inside with a Quill Pen, keeping it carefully hidden from the others.
Zheng Qing had absolutely no curiosity about peeking.
He was very worried that if he looked one more time, that extinguished spark in midair would start crackling