"—Fallen means fallen. Why make so many excuses!"
"One grain of rice feeds a hundred kinds of people. Water entering a cow's belly becomes milk, but entering a snake's belly becomes venom!"
"—Taiyi, I'll leave the rest to you!"
Several reprimands came from overhead.
Zheng Qing, who had been hurrying along behind Madam Bella, abruptly stopped and looked up. In the night sky, four dazzling points of light surrounded the Big Crow, forming a triangular pyramid formation resembling First University's crest. It was as though a patch of space had been carved away, trapping Monteria firmly within.
Though he was not controlling Taiyi at the moment, Zheng Qing could clearly sense the magical aura emanating from those four points of light. They belonged respectively to Vice Principal Ruo Yu, Professor Emma, Madam Shi Hui, and Old Yao.
The ones who had spoken just now were the two witches.
Vice Principal Ruo Yu and Professor Yao, on the other hand, had remained silent throughout, quietly maintaining the formation.
Of course, Zheng Qing was not focused on such details. He craned his neck, staring fixedly at every movement within that regular triangular prism formation. Before long, ripples appeared in the air, and space swayed like the surface of water. Then a huge hand reached out from those ripples and grabbed at the Big Crow screeching in midair.
It was Taiyi.
There was no mistake.
With a single glance, Zheng Qing clearly felt the subtle yet intimate connection between himself and that enormous hand. The connection did not seem one-sided. The colossal being that followed the hand out with its upper body seemed to sense something as well. It suddenly lowered its head and looked down, its gaze meeting Zheng Qing's—
Whoosh!
Zheng Qing rolled over and sat up in the little leaf