It was different from the astonishing aura that had shot into the sky when he had first arrived on the island and seen it from afar.
Now that he was truly standing in the First Grand Hall, the school's several Legendary Rank wizards no longer carried that oppressive aura. But Zheng Qing knew that, much like the clear, calm weather in the eye of a typhoon, the more ordinary something appeared, the less ordinary it often was.
After bringing forth his Third Fire,
the Young Legendary let out a soft breath and looked up. The Starry Sky that usually adorned the ceiling had vanished completely today, leaving him slightly disappointed. Looking around, he saw that the long murals beyond the surrounding galleries had also been covered by heavy curtains. Only a few figures stood in the vast hall.
He lowered his eyelids, a faint red tint spreading across his eyes, and examined the hall again. At once, he saw a completely different scene—the obscure Qi Mechanisms belonging to the Legendary Rank had gathered into separate clusters, dividing the entire hall into distinct blocks of color. The school's Legendary Rank wizards occupied half the space, leaving the other half to him.
It was so spacious, yet so crowded.
That thought flashed through Zheng Qing's mind.
"Good."
An aged, tranquil voice sounded beside his ear.
Zheng Qing followed the sound. Old Man Ruo Yu was watching him, nodding slightly. Yet he uttered only that one word, offering no further demands or explanations. It was as though he completely approved of the young man's somewhat hasty idea.
That was rather beyond Zheng Qing's expectations.
As the saying went, sellers named an outrageous price, and buyers bargained it down. That was the basic way of making deals.
What kind of stallholder named a high