Zheng Qing chewed over the tall, skinny wizard's name, a criticism stuck in his throat, unsure whether to spit it out or swallow it down.
If he let it out, it might seem disrespectful.
But holding it in was suffocating.
Deng Xiaojian, however, didn't notice the young wizard's internal struggle. His complexion was a bit sallow, eyes thin and long. Despite his neat daoist hairstyle, he had a large cleaver hanging at his waist, looking quite nonsensical.
However, once Zheng Qing noticed the blue robe beneath his cloak - an emblem of Starry Sky Academy - he immediately let out a sigh of relief.
For an academy that favored fists more than law books, it was not outlandish for a Taoist to hang a cleaver at his waist. It wasn't something too hard to get used to.
