The sun's silhouette had already disappeared behind the high walls of the academy.
Only a faint glimmer of daylight remained.
The evening breeze brushed across the lake, lazily scattering the water ripples.
The red big birds, which were originally resting on the lake surface, began to stir. They withdrew their necks from underneath their wings, shook their heads, and slowly fluttered their enormous wings.
The gentle wind swept through the treetops, shedding a few leaves.
The wind by the lake was a bit chilly.
Zheng Qing was still wearing a short-sleeved shirt underneath his robe.
He shivered, took out a towel from his grey cloth bag, and draped it over the cardboard box he was holding.
The two groups of new students have not yet left the lakeside.
Nicholas was diligently inspecting several new students. In his view, any newcomers too close to the fishmen would be exposed to the evil radiation radiated by the fishmen.
