Only Archwizards could truly contend with Archwizards.
That old saying was absolutely right.
Beyond the faint phantom of the golden mountain, three seemingly tiny figures hovered before that wrinkled, goatlike ancient face, confronting hundreds of crimson eyeballs. They looked like three little mosquitoes, yet their presence was not the least bit inferior.
Still as an abyssal pool, firm as a mountain.
Those were the only words that came to Zheng Qing's mind.
"Knowing there was trouble here, the school certainly wouldn't send only small fry like us to die."
Hilda crouched in front of Zheng Qing, studying the young wizard's face as some color gradually returned to it. Her gaze fell to the jade pendant clenched in his hand. Seeing the small spinning nine-tailed mark in one corner, she raised an eyebrow and turned to Thomas. "I told you long ago that we shouldn't have come to save this brat... Look at that, Councilwoman Su's jade pendant! And Professor Yao's talisman! Hah!"
Zheng Qing pretended not to hear the sourness in her tone.
"Those people are..." the young publicly funded student asked tentatively, looking at Thomas.
"The one in black robes is Mister Simon, vice principal of Starry Sky Academy. The witch beside him is Sister Margaret, vice principal of Atlas. And there's Mister Qian Jiuzhou, deputy director of the School Labor Committee. He's wearing the School Labor Committee's gray robes, so he's easy to recognize too," Thomas answered simply. "They've been taking shifts at the school recently... so they came to have a look."
Zheng Qing was unfamiliar with the names Thomas had mentioned. He had only seen them in newspapers and some of the school's correspondence. Through the hazy phantom of the golden mountain, he could not make them out clearly, but their conversation with that enormous figure