March 14th, Sunday, sunny.
It was now 9:27 in the morning.
Puji Island's sky resembled a flawless blue sapphire, with a few well-behaved clouds scattered along its edges. Golden sunlight streamed unimpeded through the glass windows, leaving gently swaying patches of dappled light in the conference room. Even the most demanding wizard would not have found the slightest fault with Meteorological Supervision's work today.
Yet none of the young wizards in the conference room were paying attention to the beautiful weather outside.
All their attention was fixed on the hazy barrier at the front of the room.
Except Zheng Qing.
Noticing the smiling gaze of a certain Legendary Wizard, the red-robed teaching assistant immediately turned his head away, his eyes beginning to wander aimlessly around the room—the Teaching Assistant Group's main conference room was plain and simple. There were no ornate chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, no fresh greenery on the conference table, nor were there any little elves in gray uniforms flitting about. There were only dark curtains hanging beside the floor-to-ceiling windows, rows of black hardwood high-backed chairs arranged in tiers, and two silent rows of filing cabinets behind the lectern—it was less a large conference room than a remodeled lecture hall.
Before he knew it, Zheng Qing's gaze drifted back to the front rows of the conference room.
Old Yao was still looking at him!
The boy instinctively lowered his head and cursed his bad luck inwardly. But immediately afterward, the Legendary Wizard's cheerful voice reached his ears. "I told you, when you curse me in your heart, you should put some mind-protection magic on yourself. The moment I walked in, the whole conference room was hazy, except for you, burning away in the room like a giant candle without a care in the world. Were you