The weather was somewhat stifling in the afternoon.
The layer of clouds in the sky had not completely dissipated, the sun was half-hidden, revealing its face, lazily shedding a few rays through the cracks of the fingers.
The courtyard of the institute was not large, and the layout was very compact.
The sunlight could only leave a small bright spot in the yard.
Two young wizards crossed this bright spot and walked towards the depths of the backyard.
There was a small garden there, planted with some herbs and saplings commonly used in alchemy, which belonged to the personal wealth of Doctor Du Zemu.
The old mulberry tree they were looking for grew in the center of this nursery.
It's unknown whether it was because the bluestone road under their feet was carved with talisman, it was very quiet all the way, even without the noise of insects. This quiet environment made Zheng Qing feel very comfortable.
