Zheng Qing doesn't remember how he returned to the classroom.
He wandered as if in a dream, passed through the expansive academy, went by the tranquil Lin Zhong Lake, and walked along the silent tree-lined path. The fishman emerging from the water waved at him, but Zheng Qing heard nothing; the mischievous squirrels on branches threw acorns at his head, yet they didn't provoke the warlock's anger; even the spotted dog passing by brazenly left a pile of dung on the path, but Zheng Qing remained unaware and stepped right over it.
His mind was blank.
He absolutely dared not recall the words Su Shijun whispered in his ear.
Because just thinking about it, his thoughts would uncontrollably scatter, his mind restless, his imagination galloping, countless fiery and romantic images rushing in, easily overwhelming the little rationality he had left.
—Do you want to know what the real, undisclosed reward is?
