Old Man Ruo Yu's office.
Above the round table where the nine Legends sat.
A small patch of light and shadow over Puji Island was reflected.
From the dancing aberrations, to the unfolding School Guardian Formation, to the enormous Whale Ray taking flight, every detail was displayed with perfect clarity before the Legends' eyes.
With their abilities, there was really no need to go to such lengths. Zheng Qing mused that this probably counted as a kind of "sense of ritual," strengthening everyone's sense of participation.
"—Is it really appropriate to send just one Registered Wizard to handle this?"
Yellow Flower Cat watched the tiny figure blocking the Whale Ray, raised a paw to scratch its chin, and clearly doubted Old Man Ruo Yu's choice.
"The leader of those outsiders is a clever man."
Old Man Ruo Yu gently rubbed the silver wolf-headed cane as he explained in a soft voice, "You can tell from the fact that they had a group of modified monsters bred specifically for hunting dance tap for everyone..."
"If we're planning to let them go, why go through the trouble of stopping them?"
"Stopping them is so they can leave with greater peace of mind."
"Don't understand... Boring... You wizards think too much. It's bad for cultivation."
Shaking its head, the tabby cat pulled out another little dried fish and gnawed on it with relish while giving Zheng Qing a warning look. "—That's not a good habit. Don't learn from them!"
Everyone present showed the cat tremendous tolerance, letting it spout nonsense as it pleased.
Even though it was also a Legend.
"—The Shoggoth delegation?"
Listening to the impatient tone of the third-rank being before him—this world's so-called Registered Wizard—who could barely stay airborne with the Mayfly Wing on his shoulder, Wiland found