Old Yao said there would be spring rain.
And so, the spring rain started to fall.
Not long after the morning classes ended, the drizzling rain soaked the blue stone path in front of the teaching building. On his way back to the dormitory after finishing his Ancient Magic Arts Study class, Zheng Qing couldn't help but reflect that, in a certain sense, this could be considered a power of "speaking things into existence."
After two classes—especially one being Time Conversion—the aftermath of meeting Su Shijun in the morning had mostly faded, at least he wouldn't suddenly space out or start having nosebleeds.
But there are two kinds of aftermath.
One is the direct aftermath on the person involved, like spacing out or nosebleeds; the other is the aftermath for observers, mainly presented as third-party gossip.
After lunch, as soon as Zheng Qing returned to his dormitory, the door slammed loudly shut behind him.
