Old Yao is still chasing the snail.
Emma is still hanging in the sky.
Elder Ruoyu stands between two Lotus Peaks, looking at the two enormous figures sitting steadily in the Cloud Sea, silent for so long that even the silver wolf head on his cane couldn't help but lift an eyelid to glance at him.
"Professor."
One of the elderly school workers standing slightly behind him finally couldn't hold back, speaking softly: "—— Things outside are a bit chaotic right now; no one really knows what's up with Professor Montreya. What do you think...?"
Whether it's a public manhunt, a private search, or suppressing the news, there needs to be some direction.
Elder Ruoyu chuckled slightly.
"What do I think? I think it's bullshit!"
