"—Everyone, hold on."
A wisp of breeze descended from the sky, circling Ancient Castle and gently brushing past every spire, every window, and every weathered stone wall. The wind was not strong, yet it slipped perfectly into the sea of consciousness of every wizard present, stirring faint ripples and becoming a gentle voice.
The voice was not loud.
But it was very clear.
The authority lingering within it—not deliberate intimidation, but a natural presence—made everyone who heard it immediately realize that the Legend in midair had spoken.
The middle-aged wizard leading the enforcement team stiffened slightly.
He did not look up.
He merely lowered his hands and eyes respectfully, staring at the ground three inches before his toes, a faint trace of panic appearing on his face.
The other Black Robes froze as well.
Just moments ago, they had been working in orderly fashion—some guarding prisoners, some transporting documents, others sealing up experimental materials—but now they all stopped what they were doing. They looked at one another, standing where they were in confusion. Some instinctively glanced up at the sky, only to recall the taboo after half a look and swiftly lower their gazes.
Even the several Grand Wizard-level prisoners already bound with hemp rope and slumped in the mud could not hide their surprise.
Of course, they knew that face in the sky.
The dean of Edge Academy.
Zheng Qing.
A Legendary Wizard, genuine and undisputed, though he had advanced by an unorthodox path.
The voice entering their consciousness could only have come from Zheng Qing. That made them even more confused. What did this Legend want? Why had he called for a halt now?
In theory, for an operation like this, Legendary Wizards only needed to "show themselves"—to hang that enormous face in the sky and let those