The sun has set and risen three times.
Every day, the giant firebird still appears in the sky following Venus.
Thus, everyone knows that the sun of Buji Island has not been retrieved by the First University yet.
From the ocean to the Land of Desolation, from Danghag to the New World, the undercurrents surging within and outside the Alliance are like the prelude to the black tide emanating from the Silent Forest every early spring—quiet and silent, yet everyone is aware of their rolling and gathering in the dark, waiting for the moment to merge together and roar at everything they can see.
The young wizards in the school still lack enough sensitivity to such changes.
What they are most worried about now is the upcoming final exams—it is already the seventeenth week of the semester, and in another week, no, in another four days, the 09-10 academic year second-semester final exams are about to officially begin.
Including Zheng Qing.
