Only a great wizard can truly confront a great wizard.
This old saying is absolutely true.
Outside the faint projection of the Gold Mountain, three seemingly small figures hovered in front of that wrinkled, goat-like ancient face, confronting hundreds of scarlet eyes. Although they seemed like tiny mosquitoes, their aura was not at all diminished.
Stalwart and unyielding.
This was the only phrase that surfaced in Zheng Qing's mind.
"Knowing that you have trouble here, the school surely wouldn't just send us small fries to die."
Hilda crouched in front of Zheng Qing, examining the young wizard's face as he gradually regained some color. Her gaze slid to the jade pendant clutched in the boy's hand, noting the small rotating Nine-Tail mark in its corner. She raised an eyebrow and turned to Thomas: "I told you before, we shouldn't have come to rescue this brat... Look at this, Su Councilor's jade pendant! And Professor Yao's talisman! Hey!"
