Chu Xingluo gazed at the roc transformed from jade, and when the brilliance faded, the monster he had burnt to ashes reappeared before his eyes, alive.
The roc was briefly stunned, before glaring at him angrily.
Suddenly, Chu Xingluo burst out laughing, his smile tinged with a sense of relief.
What is a miracle?
Resurrection from the dead is a miracle.
At this moment, he seemed to understand why Mo Song, the Dean, believed in an outsider who had only been at the academy for two days. If Duan Mingyuan had come to the academy a little earlier, he might have changed his mind and not have to embark on this path.
It was a path with no return, one where time could not be rewound.
Chu Xingluo knew that when he relayed the Messenger's message to the people at the Imperial Court, he could only grope his way along this path in the dark.
In his jacket's inner pocket, he fumbled for something and, while everyone was distracted by the roc, he hurled the object at Duan Mingyuan.
