The sudden flutter in his heart felt almost like an illusion, coming and going just as quickly, like a rapid drumbeat.
Zhang Xiao immediately frowned. He carefully tried to feel that palpitation again, only to find that it was as though nothing had happened.
As the saying went, sudden impulses and stirrings of the heart never came out of nowhere. An ordinary person might not have taken it seriously.
But Zhang Xiao was no ordinary person. He was a Daoist with exceptionally solid fundamentals-and had barely learned anything else.
Yet the sensation was so elusive that when he tried to examine it more closely, he could no longer sense anything at all.
Such a flutter did not necessarily foretell disaster. It only meant that something concerned him, much like the powerful immortals in Chinese myths who knew whenever someone spoke their names.
Then there were mighty beings who could trace an entire chain of cause and effect by counting on their fingers after a sudden premonition. Zhang Xiao was no such being, and the Daoist Order's divination was not nearly as all-knowing as it was in mythology.
So he could only guess. Would something happen at the circus or the fireworks display? An accidental injury to a student, perhaps? Or would something after the performance involve him?
"Zhang, what's wrong? You look pale."
Malfoy had been about to discuss the circus with Zhang Xiao, only to find him frowning, lost in solemn thought.
"Huh?" Zhang Xiao came back to himself. He knew too little, so he decided to ask for more details. "It's nothing, Draco. Go on-the circus and the fireworks."
"Haven't you heard? It's the biggest news around lately-" Malfoy was right.
Only then did Zhang Xiao notice that all the young witches and wizards were excitedly whispering to