Chapter 3 Doubts About the Law Book

"It's just... a common... Binding Spell!"

Zheng Qing replied through gritted teeth as he pulled a belt from his grey cloth bag and began wrapping it around the law book in his hands. The book was bound tightly, crisscrossed, without a single character peeking through.

Worried that the binding alone wasn't secure enough, he took out several seal symbols, spit on them, and stuck them to every corner of the law book.

Only until the seal symbols gave off a comforting pale green glow did he stop.

Then he looked up and saw the curious and scrutinizing gazes of his roommates.

"Ahem, a malfunction in the magic book, just a malfunction," the young public-charge student coughed and casually tossed out the excuse he had just concocted: "...This law book has been used for a while, it's gotten a bit... temperamental. Yeah, that's right, temperamental. Just like Dylan's Magic Dressing Mirror, which likes to spout nonsense when it's fine."