She mentioned the principal.
She also mentioned Zheng Qing.
Su Shijun finally stopped exchanging empty pleasantries with the old wizard before her and directly lifted the heavy curtain shrouding this secret incident.
This was also something many powerful wizards did their utmost to avoid.
For beings like them, every word and deed left traces in time and space. Unless they deliberately interfered, the names they mentioned could very well become points for certain powerful diviners to trace and focus upon.
Almost the moment the witch uttered the word "principal," Old Man Ruo Yu moved his hand to his silver wolf-headed cane and gently stroked it twice.
Invisible waves of magic spread in every direction, slightly delaying the witch's voice by several seconds.
Then the old man shook his head with a wry smile.
Rather than directly answering Su Shijun's sharp questioning, he expressed his thoughts through an example, as every First University professor habitually did while teaching.
"Drink some tea first. Have a sip and calm down."
The old man turned the wolf-headed cane again. The teacup Su Shijun had previously pushed aside rose steadily into the air and stopped before her. The tea within swayed gently, sending faint ripples spreading across its surface.
The witch frowned, but she did not reject the Legendary Wizard's second gesture of goodwill. Taking the cup, she took a small sip.
The tea was warm and mellow, yet refreshing, and finally eased her agitation.
Old Man Ruo Yu picked up the teacup before him and took a small sip as well. Then he smacked his lips and let out a soft breath. "When brewing tea, you have to take your time. A minute after the leaves enter the water, the tea turns an enticing pale green, like tender spring buds freshly plucked, making one's