Nicholas, before leaving, arranged to meet with the newcomers at the archway at the end of Pedestrian Street.
After finishing their meal, Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao departed early, wanting to spend a bit more time wandering around the street.
People surged along the street in the evening.
The figures of several robed wizards breezed past them, pushing the pair aside.
The road was wide enough. Was there any need for such high-handedness? Zheng Qing frowned, casting a glance at several students from the Alpha Academy. He curled his lip in disdain but kept silent.
A black trim was clearly visible around the collar of the white robes.
They were second-year veterans from the Alpha Academy.
Xiao Xiao kept her head bowed, her Watermelon Head buried in the shadow of her black-bound notebook, also remaining silent.
But after not walking very far, another disheartening event unfolded.
The Alpha veteran who had bumped into them earlier blocked Lin Guo's small bookstore layer.
