Some people wanted Zheng Qing to learn a lesson.
Others did not want to make things worse.
Beta Town Pedestrian Street.
Wander Bar.
In a small room on the second floor, the owner of Wander Bar raised his sleeve and wiped the grime from the window glass, then leaned forward to peer outside through it.
Though it was daytime, the storefront across the way was pitch-black, its doors tightly shut without a trace of life.
No one was good.
The old wizard muttered to himself. No one meant everyone's attitude remained in a delicate balance—some wanted a few drops of the boy's blood; some wanted him to gain some experience; others wanted to fish in troubled waters and watch things spiral out of control. No matter what, at this point in time, everyone's choices had converged. That was ultimately a good thing.
But as the saying went, good things never came easily.
Before the final result emerged and dust settles, no one could guarantee that the Timeline would converge on an outcome everyone could accept.
"I saw that ugly, oversized hooked nose of yours from downstairs."
A voice suddenly rang out behind him.
The Wanderer Wizard reacted swiftly. As he turned, more than a dozen spells of distinctly different colors flashed over his body. But after seeing the uninvited guest, he obediently dispelled the spells he had just prepared.
"Good afternoon, Dean."
The old wizard eagerly went around behind the small bar, took out his favorite Flowing Golden Years from the liquor cabinet, and poured two glasses. "...It is truly a great honor to have you visit my humble establishment."
He had not spoken such flattering words in a long time, so his phrasing sounded somewhat stiff.
The glasses flew steadily before the guest.
The dean of Jiuyou Academy picked