The fall of the two Archwizards caused no ripples among ordinary wizards.
Because no one told them that two beings at the Archwizard level had fallen from this world. At most, a few wizards with keen intuition might have felt that this October weekend was somewhat gloomy and cold, but such weather was common in late autumn and nothing unusual.
Cold Dew, late at night.
Sanyou Bookstore.
Zheng Qing sat in the rocking chair where the gentleman used to sit, listening to the bubbling water in the small stove beside him. His fingertips traced the patterns on his teacup as he gazed at the tranquil night beyond the window, slightly lost in thought.
After lighting three fires.
His ears immediately became much quieter.
Whether it was the reconstruction of Xuanhuang Palace, the relocation of several laboratories, or the reorganization of the library, everything had become exceptionally smooth. Although Edge Academy's student office still received many letters of protest every day, objecting to the school hiring an Ogre as a professor, under the silence of both the Alliance and the school, those protests remained nothing more than protests. Other than producing a little recyclable trash and noise, they had no further impact on the academy's daily operations.
First University's joint teaching program was also advancing in an orderly fashion. Zheng Qing had initially thought that this somewhat radical plan would face resistance from the stubborn old-school wizards in several academies. Yet once the notice announcing Su Shijun as the chief instructor was released, young wizards from all five academies flocked to sign up. It seemed that, in an instant, the barriers and conflicts between the different academies had vanished without a trace.
That was not a good thing.
Whether an undertaking could endure should not depend on the personal charisma of