"—If you feel unwell, you can immediately apply to abort the mission."
A familiar elderly voice suddenly echoed beside the two candidates, and Zheng Qing quickly lowered his head, only to realize that Elder Ruoyu had somehow appeared in the hall. The surrounding black-robed individuals were also caught off guard, quickly stepping forward to pay their respects.
Perhaps because Zheng Qing's maneuver on the Edge Type One was too intense, the large figure stirred up a breeze laced with special magic, which fell upon Elder Ruoyu and dyed His robe with a few streaks of brilliant colors.
This is a projection.
Very amazingly, this thought immediately flashed across Zheng Qing's mind— with his usual attention or awareness, he would have most likely overlooked this detail.
"Professor." Korma slightly bowed her head, respectfully saluting.
