At First University, because they received similar education and underwent similar assessments, Zheng Qing had never felt the gap between common-born wizards and Noble Wizards very deeply. At most, one knew a little more while the other knew a little less.
It was like the difference between a plate of plain cabbage and Qianlong Cabbage. Their appearances did not seem all that different.
Only after he had stayed at Qingqiu Mansion for a time before the New Year had he truly experienced the unusual details of a Noble Wizard's daily life—for instance, the flowers in the garden bloomed every morning according to the master's mood; the mansion assigned an entire luxurious team of private tutors to a Little Fox who had just turned two; and whenever the curtains were washed, the carpets, portraits on the walls, and even the furnishings in the rooms had to be replaced as well, all to ensure a consistent color scheme and style.
Of course, in Zheng Qing's eyes, these details seemed more like the result of Qingqiu's wealth and Su Shijun's rank as an Archwizard. They had little to do with whether someone came from a great family or a humble one.
Not until this time, when he came to Shanglin Garden.
Watching enormous dragon mounts descend slowly upon Falling Dragon Rock, wrapped in raging winds; listening to young witches and wizards not much older or younger than himself excitedly discuss their adventures hunting demons in the North Sea, as well as Sakley's and Mary Woolstonecraft's latest magical papers, he finally sensed—keenly yet belatedly—the insurmountable Heavenly Chasm stretching between ordinary wizards and the children of great families.
A glimpse revealed the whole.
This was how wizards born into great families gradually widened their advantage on the Path of Magic.
"...The other Ways are similar