After the azure phantom of a little snake circled Zheng Qing for a while, it silently slid down along his body and slipped back into the "deck" of the little leaf boat, vanishing without a trace.
Zheng Qing sat cross-legged beside Mister, silently watching the streaks of light racing past beyond the five-colored radiance. His thoughts gradually opened up, and the questions in his heart were no longer limited to his immediate troubles. Instead, he began listing the doubts that had accumulated within him for a long time.
But before he could speak,
Mister asked first.
"Do you have any more specific plans for after graduation?" With his arms folded and his head tilted, he looked curiously at the young wizard. The seriousness he had shown when discussing "death" earlier was gone, leaving only an exceptionally pure expression.
Zheng Qing froze slightly.
The question was too ordinary, too "simple," somewhat out of place amid the current atmosphere of their conversation.
But he did not dare take Mister's question lightly. He immediately lowered his head and began considering it seriously, afraid there might be some deeper meaning hidden within it.
After graduation?
He had considered that question countless times this semester.
At first, he had imagined doing as Deng Xiaoxian advocated after graduating: venturing into the New World, hunting rare beasts he had never seen before, and exploring lands untouched by wizards with a spellbook and a handful of talismans.
But as time passed, and after several deep conversations with Professor Yao and the others, he gradually realized just how childish his previous ideas had been. As the holder of the fourth-generation Forbidden Curse, it would be difficult for him to have the same freedom of choice as an ordinary wizard.
So remaining at the academy had become his only choice.