"Who is he?"
Finally, the curiosity in Thomas's heart became too overwhelming, and he asked in a low voice.
Clearly, he was asking about the identity of the unknown old wizard. Zhang Yu turned his head and gave him a reproachful look as though he found the question somewhat presumptuous.
Without any concern, Old Yao flicked his pipe, scattering a few strands of ash, and lazily blew several smoke rings. "That old man? You can just call him Master Baoyangzi... He works for the 'related department' of the first university, responsible for 'related issues' involving dimensional fluctuations."
With that, he blew a ribbon-like white smoke from his mouth. The various smoke rings he had blown earlier deftly threaded through this white ribbon as if playing with a Nine Linked Rings puzzle.
However, the two assistants clearly ignored the little game of the professor — even Zhang Yu, who had been calm all along, was unable to easily brush aside the sentence that the professor had just said.
