Master Baoyangzi's arrival halted the potential further conflict between the elders of the Black family and Korma.
The young witch elegantly bowed and quietly left.
The old warlock, aware of the department's status in both the school and the Alliance, though still frowning, ultimately refrained from further outbursts, sighed, and left decisively.
"—How do you feel?"
Master Baoyangzi didn't pick up the wine glass, holding a long wooden staff instead, smiling as he looked at the young legend before him.
His question was somewhat vague, unclear whether he was asking about Poseidon's transformation, Zheng Qing's informal protest to the Wizard Council, or the feeling of traditional wizard forces marginalizing Edge Academy.
Zheng Qing took a small sip of the amber light in his cup, finding the usually mellow drink a bit choking at the moment.
"It feels a bit complicated."
His answer was also quite vague, suitable to respond to any of the questions.
