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When that familiar wave of dizziness struck, Zheng Qing felt a powerful sense of déjà vu.
Once he had steadied himself, he vigorously shook his head, trying to focus as quickly as possible. A slightly pungent cloud of smoke made him sneeze twice, speeding up his return to clarity.
When he came to his senses, he found himself standing before an enormous mahogany bookcase. Behind its tall glass doors sat rows of heavy magic books, with a line of shriveled demon skulls the size of babies' fists arranged before them like an honor guard awaiting inspection.
Their snarling, savage expressions deeply captivated the young wizard—joyful smiles were all alike, while hideous faces each had their own differences. The saying suddenly surfaced in his mind.
"Those are trophies from the Black Prison. If you're interested, you may take one or two." The somewhat low voice of Jiuyou Academy's dean came from behind him.
Zheng Qing spun around at once.
"Good evening, Professor. Did you catch... I mean, what did you want to see me about?" he asked politely. Yet inwardly, he grumbled that this old geezer's methods were far too simple and crude. If he had something to ask, why couldn't he wait until after the exam?
"Can't I talk to you if there's nothing wrong?"
The professor grading papers behind the desk chuckled, then reminded him half-jokingly, "By the way, next time you curse someone in your heart, remember to add a few more Mind Lock Mists... Not every Legendary Wizard has as good a temper as I do. Take Madam Shi Hui, for instance. I recall someone once called her a little girl to her face and was promptly chopped into a human stick... Though perhaps that was because the fellow