Master Baoyangzi's arrival put an end to the possibility of any further conflict between the Black Family elder and Colmar.
After offering an elegant bow, the Young Witch quietly departed.
The elderly wizard also knew the Relevant Department's standing within the school and even the Alliance. Though still frowning, he ultimately did not press the matter further. With a sigh, he too left crisply and decisively.
"How did it feel?"
Baoyangzi did not take a wineglass. Leaning on a long wooden staff, he looked at the Young Legendary before him with a smiling expression.
His question was rather vague. It was unclear whether he was asking how Zheng Qing felt about Poseidon taking human form, about the Wizard Council's informal protest against Zheng Qing, or about Edge Academy being sidelined by traditional wizarding forces.
Zheng Qing took a small sip of the Amber Light in his glass. The normally mellow liquor felt somewhat harsh in his throat at that moment.
"My feelings are a little complicated."
His answer was equally vague, suitable for any of those questions.
The old wizard chuckled.
"That's life. You can never truly attain freedom."
He seemed to be comforting the Young Legendary, yet his words also seemed to carry another meaning. "Low-level Wizards have the troubles of low-level Wizards, and High-level Wizards have the troubles of High-level Wizards... Though I am not yet a Legendary, I know that Legendaries have their own troubles as well."
That was absolutely true.
In just a few short years, Zheng Qing had transformed from an unknown little wizard into a prominent figure in the Alliance. Yet as his magic power grew, the troubles around him had not diminished. On the contrary, they seemed to be multiplying.
He sighed deeply, took another small sip of wine, and pulled himself together