Although the morning fog had dissipated, the air at the end of summer was still very humid.
Without the sun, the air naturally gave off a hint of chill.
Walking on the slightly vacant campus, Zheng Qing tightened the robe around his body, feeling somewhat uneasy.
The usual hustling and bustling woods during breaks were now only inhabited by a few cats and dogs — real cats and dogs — lazily strolling around to digest their morning exercise. Birds on the drooped leaves of the trees on both sides of the road had already squinted their eyes, ready to take their afternoon naps.
And the real masters of this campus, those students, are probably still in their bed sheets, having a friendly meeting with the Duke of Zhou.
Zheng Qing walked desolately in this vacant campus, deeply feeling that there was no essential difference between wizards and ordinary people.
However, when he approached Lin Zhong Lake, he noticed a situation very different from other places.
