"What is your correctness? Whose correctness is it?"
The headmaster of Jiuyou Academy lightly interrupted the rebuke of the vice principal of First University, playing with the pipe in his hand, and conjured a small tuft of golden yellow tobacco from the void, slowly packing it into the bowl of the pipe.
Professor Emma stared at the small tuft of 'thin tobacco' that tumbled and struggled at Old Yao's fingertips, looking at the neat and beautiful scales on it—in the eyes of a Legendary Wizard, those strands of tobacco weren't lifeless, but golden flood dragons struggling and howling—her gaze unwavering.
"It's the correctness of truth, the correctness of 'Revelation'."
