"...As for Professor Dumbledore, he merely lost a small piece of his true body that had been controlled by obsession."
Yellow Calico Cat raised a paw and indicated a very small distance. Zheng Qing inexplicably felt that "piece" was an especially fitting way to describe the bodies Legends roamed within the River of Time and Fate. After a pause, the calico cat gave another example:
"—It was roughly equivalent to a patient cutting out a malignantly growing tumor. For Professor Dumbledore, it wasn't a bad thing, so naturally he wouldn't hold it against the person who gave him that advice."
Upon hearing that analogy,
the two witches simultaneously rubbed the rings on their hands, their expressions becoming subtly complicated.
Yellow Calico Cat clearly noticed this. Its whiskers twitched, and it snorted. "—What? Think it's disgusting? A Legend's tumor is Legend-grade too... To Ordinary Wizards, it's still a treasure beyond reach!"
Zheng Qing did not give it the chance to further mock the two witches.
He pulled the remaining two Black Gems from his pocket, held them up before his eyes, and examined them carefully. "You're saying these things count as Professor Dumbledore's cancer cells?"
"—A very interesting analogy."
A familiar yet abrupt voice suddenly sounded outside the window, startling Young Legendary.
He looked up and discovered Rat Immortal's slightly blurry face pressed against the small glass window. Seeing Zheng Qing looking over, the old wizard raised a hand to adjust its tall, pointed wizard's hat. Then its face vanished, and a small white mouse silently appeared on the windowsill. Standing on its hind legs, it cupped its paws and bowed to Young Legendary.
This appearance was utterly different from the fat, plump figure Zheng Qing remembered, seated upon a broad sedan chair. Yet the Legendary aura emanating from its body