Young wizards have limited experience.
Older wizards also beat around the bush, not giving Zheng Qing any satisfactory answers.
On Tuesday evening, before the night class started, Zheng Qing went to San You Bookstore to directly ask the owner about the mysterious leaf. But no surprise, the bookstore was empty. The dust accumulated on the window frames seemed to be an inch thick, and the dark world behind the glass starkly contrasted the brightly lit night scene of the pedestrian street.
He raised his fist and pounded twice on the door.
No response.
Anger rose in the young wizard's heart, and boldness sprouted by his side; he pulled out his brush, dipped it in cinnabar, and drew a circle on the glass, leaving behind a big 'demolition' character.
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"——So I tell you, old man, leaving the bookstore to Xiao Qingzi is not going to work."
