Su Shijun had every reason to be angry.
It was the middle of the Hour of the Pig—around ten at night—the time of day when she was most inspired and her research efficiency was at its peak. A few minutes earlier, she had just finished reading the two-dimensional evolution report for Laboratory Subject No. 3795, spotted several pleasing figures, and come up with a few wonderful ideas.
Then she received the "piercing shriek" from her own avatar.
The Great Fox's message had sounded terrifying—her husband had been playing at divination in that merfolk market and seemed to have gotten himself killed! He was lying there completely motionless!
If this had been the Bading World, where the dead could not return to life, Councilor Su might have recorded her inspirations before rushing to the scene. But in the Wizarding World, as long as a wizard's rank was high enough and their hands were quick enough, snatching one or two souls back from the Death God was nothing unusual.
The prerequisite was that "speed mattered."
So Su Shijun had been forced to abandon a basketful of work, leave behind a large group of researchers and her precious inspirations, and invoke her dual privileges as director of a key laboratory and Senior Councilor of the Under the Moon Council. With the School Guardian Formation's aid, she tore open a Spatial Rift and arrived directly at the scene.
But the moment she landed, she realized the situation seemed rather different from what the Great Fox had described.
First, Zheng Qing was not dead.
Though he truly was motionless and his breathing was somewhat weak, an Archwizard's understanding of life far surpassed that of ordinary wizards. She could clearly see that the magic flowing around Zheng Qing remained stable and unobstructed—something a dead person could