Lower Yuan Festival

Although there had been a slight flaw at the end, overall, nothing major had gone wrong with the closing ceremony. The school paper still reported peace and prosperity across campus, a picture of harmony.

Of course, newspapers outside the school, such as the Beta Town Post, had always been prejudiced against First University, especially Jiuyou Academy. Their habit of making mountains out of molehills and treating major events as disasters was common knowledge, so there was no need to say more.

Although the School Hunting Meet had ended just like that, the cruel, greedy gazes of those fiends at the closing ceremony remained deeply etched in Zheng Qing's mind. The school's subsequent investigation had indicated that, because of the wind, the Jiuyou Academy stands, being upwind, would naturally draw the fiends' attention. But the young government-funded student had a feeling—if Old Yao had not intimidated those fiends, they would definitely have rushed over and torn him to pieces first.

It was the most primal instinct of a wizard.

"They would have rushed over and torn apart the other wizards too." Although Zheng Qing comforted himself with that thought, he knew it was ultimately just self-consolation—it was not the first time fiends had looked at him with such greedy eyes. There had to be some problem here.

With that in mind, Old Yao's earlier suggestion surfaced in his thoughts once again. He should find Professor Monteria and have him examine him.

"Ugh." At that thought, the young government-funded student could not help letting out a deep sigh. Though he felt a faint sense of urgency and wanted to deal with it immediately, today truly would not do.

Because today was the Ghost Festival.

The Taishang Sanguan Sutra said, "The Heavenly Official bestows blessings, the Earthly Official absolves sins, and the Water