Grandpa had said he was making him compete for the sake of prestige.
But what use was that prestige?
Prestige in the mundane world was certainly prestige, but what about in the Wizarding World?
A thoughtful look filled Zhang Xiao's eyes. His upper body swayed like willow branches in a gentle breeze, relaxed and effortless, as he ducked or leaned aside to evade spell after spell.
Whenever he truly could not dodge one, he casually flicked the incoming spell away.
From a distance, several people surrounded him, sending spells flying at him, yet none of them had any effect.
The Champions intercepting him grew more panicked the longer they fought. They felt as though they had seen a ghost. They had never witnessed anything like this, and in their alarm, they could not even keep their spells on target.
They were already on moving broomsticks, and compared with a cramped classroom, the open sky offered many more directions in which to dodge.
Zhang Xiao genuinely found it remarkably easy. The instincts left running while he thought were enough to handle them.
The Wizarding World runs on belief, not reason. I even discussed things like faith with Dad before.
Prestige isn't faith, but at its core, it's still something to do with belief.
Why do all those lousy gods resort to fear and intimidation? Because positive emotions are complex and changeable, while fear alone is pure enough to condense into something.
Could prestige have some other use I don't know about?
Zhang Xiao frowned, tilted his broomstick, and rose slightly, calmly evading two spells that crossed in front of him.
*But that doesn't make sense either. Dragon-Tiger Mountain keeps a low profile, and the Old Celestial Master never cares about prestige in the mundane world. If he wanted that sort of