The sunlight on the street was just right.
Unsurprisingly, the Wizards in every street and alley were all discussing the earlier chaos—the Armored Soldiers holding shields, the honey-thick spells flowing through the air, the black-robed wizard, the white Paper People, and so on—each of them spoke with vivid excitement, as if they had seen it all with their own eyes.
"—That Naughty Ghost was snow-white from head to toe, seven or eight zhang long. After Professor Yi bound it on the street with the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Array, seven or eight bolts of purple lightning struck down on its head... Do you know why the lightning was purple? Because it was lightning containing the power of fate, and no Grand Wizard who didn't major in divination could summon it..."
"—Nonsense! How could that little ghost be seven or eight zhang long? It was clearly only a few inches big... There were just too many of them, blotting out the sky and covering the earth like a white tide, all rushing over with a roar... If Professor Yi hadn't drawn over the shadow of the school's protective array, the whole street would've been eaten up by those little ghosts!"
"—You're all wrong! My cousin works in the Management Committee, and according to him, the one who dealt with that little ghost today wasn't Old Yi. Professor Yi was only standing out in the open. The one who actually made a move was one of the school's legends!"
"—A legend? Which legend? Was that little ghost really so powerful that only a legend could handle it?"
"—Didn't the Trident Sword Organization say this little ghost was brought down from the Starry Sky by someone? When a place like that is involved, it's only right for the school to be cautious... Who