The First Grand Hall was surrounded by hundreds of enormous pillars.
All manner of ferocious Magical Creatures clung to the pillars, from dragons and behemoths to Taotie, Qiong Qi, Drought Demons, and so on.
Ordinarily, these sculptures never hesitated to display their sinfulness and savage aura to the young wizards. But today, every one of them had become kind and benign, as innocent and adorable as White Rabbits.
Compared with certain Ancient Ones currently in the hall, they truly were as innocent and adorable as White Rabbits.
Gray stone railings connected the massive pillars.
Soon, under the professors' guidance, the young wizards of First University split up and entered the railings on different floors. With the corridors and enclosures concealing them, they could at least endure a little longer in the presence of these Great Beings of the Wizarding World.
After the densely packed crowd departed,
the First Grand Hall immediately became much emptier.
Yet Zheng Qing did not feel any more relaxed. He still found the hall incomparably crowded—indeed, the seven Ancient Ones each occupied their own area, standing far apart from one another, but their almost tangible Qi Mechanisms escaped uncontrollably in every direction like boiling water lifting a pot lid. As they collided, brilliant ribbons of light blossomed into existence.
Zheng Qing stood amid those flowing bands of light, clutching his spellbook.
He forced himself to hold his chest high and raise his head, unwilling to show weakness.
In comparison, Leviathan, standing on the other side of the teacher, had no "familiarity baggage." Hunched over with his head lowered, he showed his fear without the slightest attempt to hide it.
The teacher stood at the center of the hall.
He was not standing on a balcony before the entire faculty and student body, as the professors did