Zheng Qing knew Sir would leave.
But he had never expected that day to come so suddenly.
At the beginning of May, on Zheng Qing's birthday, he had seen Sir once in a dream—or rather, he had only heard Sir's voice that day. The one he had seen was the Yellow Flower Cat.
That day, the Yellow Flower Cat had said that Sir was in a very distant place, and that he would drift farther and farther away from them. Perhaps soon, he would no longer even be able to hear them speak.
Zheng Qing had thought that "soon" was judged by the time scale of Archwizards or even Legendary Wizards. In the eyes of those High-level Wizards, a year for ordinary wizards might be no more than a day for them.
So although he felt reluctant, saddened, and vaguely uneasy, he had still clung to a few hopes. What if the "true departure" Sir spoke of would come years later, or even ten, twenty, or several decades from now?
But now, that hope had been shattered.
For a moment, early graduation, the raven, Monteria, Taiyi, the Small Sapling, the missing North District Archwizard, and even the silver-white starlight currently passing through red and black hues as it slowly descended toward Puji Island—all of it was cast from the young wizard's mind.
There was only one thing he wanted to know.
"When?" the young wizard asked softly, his voice pleading.
Sir raised a hand and ruffled his hair.
"Any time."
He gave a very un-wizardlike vague answer, his tone light. "But before I go, we should have a proper talk. About my situation, your situation, and what path you should take in the future. Hmm, that is the advantage of the Higher Dimension World. Time has no meaning here, so