Zen followed behind the old man quietly, his gaze wandering over the various crowds that formed in front of the magic tower.
To his right, there were still those who seemed to be waiting to enter the tower's gateway.
To his left, there were crowds of apprentices that seemed to be discussing things about their lessons in class and various theoretical magic knowledge.
However, as he looked at them, Zen could not help but feel something was amiss.
'Is it just me, or do they seem to be ignoring us on purpose?'
This thought rose in his mind just as he and the old man were going through the crowds of people, who looked like they were intentionally giving way for them despite not sparing them a glance.
'Is this a skill… or maybe, magic?'
An idea rose in Zen's mind as he carefully observed what was happening before his eyes.
He soon noticed that every time the old man was about to bump into someone, that person would shift their body at the last moment.
'Strange…'
