Ever since arriving in the wizarding world, Zheng Qing's core beliefs have been teetering back and forth between destruction and reconstruction, stuck in a cyclical loop.
For instance, a mere doctor, feeling a slight irritation in his eye, popped out his eyeball to soak it in a potion, and after soaking, reinserted it, functioning as if nothing had happened. The school had hired parrots as receptionists for office buildings and their chirping was even quicker than that of comedians. Furthermore, in this school, cats could talk, mice raced around in clothes, and snakes didn't hibernate in their holes during winter, but stood tall, enjoying the piercingly cold wind.
