An old dog with wrinkled skin and no collar around its neck was shuffling down Beta Town Pedestrian Street.
Behind it followed an elder wizard in a grey robe, leaning heavily on a wooden staff.
The elder wizard had grey hair and a tall figure. He walked with an imposing air, and the long wooden staff in his hand knocked against the blue stone slab pavement, dong dong, making listeners' hearts tremble.
If Zheng Qing were here, he would have recognized this elder wizard at a glance—he was the senior groundskeeper who used to be in charge of the night patrol around Lin Zhong Lake, old man Ferna. And the old dog, naturally, was Sir May.
For the shops on the Pedestrian Street that had been around for some years, neither Ferna nor May was a stranger. Although the old man spent most of his time at First University, he would occasionally stroll around the street to do some shopping. Over time, he became a familiar face.
