A big shot? How big? Bigger than me?
When a certain young wizard stopped mingling with everyone as an ordinary person and decided to drop the act and show his hand...
The pressure he exerted became stronger than ever before.
From the moment Zhang Xiao equipped the title "Dragon-Tiger Mountain's young Celestial Master," every look, every movement, every word of his...
No longer represented his will alone.
Behind him stood all of Dragon-Tiger Mountain, the entire Daoist Order.
This was the weight of power bearing down on someone. Bogrod's mouth went terribly dry, and he tugged uncomfortably at his tie.
That gaze, that tone... this was exactly what the records described: "They stood to one side, watching us with utter indifference, contempt, disdain... as though looking at maggots in the gutter...
"Yet when they looked at those Muggles in their threadbare clothes, their eyes held such compassion, as though even the lowliest Muggle were nobler than a goblin elder..."
Bogrod gave two dry chuckles, quietly bent a few degrees lower, and rubbed his hands together with an ingratiating smile.
"Of course, of course... compared with you, they hardly qualify as big shots at all..."
Perenelle discreetly shifted her gaze toward Zhang Xiao. Over her long life, she had seen countless people and events, and even heard a few scattered stories about the East.
For instance, the mysterious East was a place wizards could not touch. No matter who they were, anyone who entered that ancient land would be sent back.
But Perenelle had never understood why goblins were so afraid of Zhang. Interesting...
Perenelle thoughtfully withdrew her gaze, curiosity suddenly stirring within her. For someone several centuries old, that was a rare thing indeed.
It seemed she ought to ask Zhang Xiao when she had the chance. Could he satisfy