"—The school sent people to catch demons!"
"—Is that Professor Yi?"
"—Having a Grand Diviner handle something like this? Easy as pie!"
"—Don't you think the sky's turned yellow right now... Is that little imp really that powerful?"
"—When something's abnormal, there's a demon behind it! Sure, you could blow it apart with one breath, but if it were really that weak, would the Management Committee have spent more than half a month unable to clear them out?"
"—It's not that sinister... The one turning the sky yellow isn't that little imp, it's Professor Yi's spell! But you're not wrong. If it can make a Grand Diviner take it this seriously, it's probably no nobody... We've really had our eyes opened."
"—You call this an eye-opener? What year has Beta Town's Silent Black Tide not been bigger than this?"
The black cat drooped its tail, pricked up its ears, and listened to the townspeople whispering from the shops and houses on both sides of the street as it sauntered back to Professor Yi's feet.
The professor was still holding his thick Wooden Book, chanting a long spell in a droning, singsong voice.
It was like the buzzing of bees.
To the black cat, this could be considered quite an interesting experience, because it rarely saw Wizards chant for such a long time. But listening carefully, more than half of Professor Yi's incantation consisted of the names of various Grand Wizards. Clearly, he was trying to use this method to probe Yan Hua's true identity.
Right now, the spells flowing through the air, viscous as honey, had already congealed into chunks, shrouding this block like a giant piece of amber. The Armored Soldiers blocking both sides of the street were like tiny stones stuck to the amber's edges, sealing every crack