"Love has always been one of the most mysterious realms of magic."
Inside the bookstore window, the Yellow Flower Cat stood on its hind legs with its paws on the sill. Watching the young publicly funded student outside giving instructions to the fox shopkeeper, it raised a fluffy paw and pretended to wipe at the corner of its eye, its tail curling behind it. "Besides, being young is wonderful. Always full of energy and fantasies... Old man, do you really plan never to see him again?"
It tapped on the glass. Dongdong. It pointed at Zheng Qing.
The sound scattered along the window frame, without a single trace leaking outside.
Inside the window, however, flames roared in the Red Clay Stove, boiling water gurgled in the brass kettle, and both mingled with the bookstore owner's long, thin snores in a harmonious, wonderful melody.
As though he had heard the Yellow Flower Cat's question.
Still asleep, the bookstore owner turned over, presenting his back to the tabby, and muttered softly, "If you had become a true Legendary sooner, you wouldn't ask such a stupid question..."
If ordinary wizards were droplets in the River of Destiny, and Archwizards were swimming fish in its waters, then Legendary Wizards were like fishermen sitting high upon a river islet or a small boat, wearing straw raincoats and casting their lines. They had already broken free from most of the River of Destiny's restraints.
That meant they possessed a broader and loftier perspective.
In other words, if the Yellow Flower Cat were still Legendary now, it would most likely be able to see the direction Zheng Qing's "droplet" would flow in for some time to come. Then it would know whether he and the gentleman would meet again, rather than asking a "stupid question."
Hearing the