"The headache problem... you don't need to worry about it for now."
Another voice resonated in the office.
Zheng Qing turned around to see Old Yao was once again dispersing the smoke in front of him, patiently stuffing tobacco into his pipe.
Seemingly aware of the young wizard's confused gaze, the head of Jiuyou Academy casually added, "Hmm, before you've officially mastered shape-shifting magic... the academy can provide you with a batch of transformation potions to ensure that sickness doesn't hinder your studies."
"Transformation potion?" Professor Yi seemed surprised by this answer and his voice seesawed up many notches.
