Monday, November 30.
Evening.
The sky was dark, the howling cold wind swirling dry leaves past the window, hitting the window frame with crackling sounds. Even though thick walls separated him from it, Zheng Qing still felt the penetrating chill.
At this moment, he was standing in Old Yao's office.
The usually smiling Dean of Jiuyou Academy was sitting behind his large desk, his face gloomy, slowly flipping through a copy of the Beta Town Post in his hands. Other than the sound of flipping the newspaper, there was no other sound in the entire room. The young cost student nervously felt as if he could clearly hear his own heartbeat.
After a long while, the professor finally slammed down the newspaper in his hand in anger.
Bang!
"What does it mean, 'I accuse other colleges of the First University and relevant departments of the Alliance of being irresponsible'? What does it mean, 'The dean of Jiuyou Academy claims that Northern District wizards are a burden to the Alliance'?"
