Chapter 42 The Course That Started Early

Mr. Wu this time was not standing but sitting on a reddish-brown wooden bench, holding a black-covered book in his hands and patiently flipping through it.

Because of the distance, Zheng Qing could not make out the contents of the black book.

However, he could see the bench very clearly.

It was the kind of long bench with a seat and back made of wide wooden slats, with black metal armrests on both sides. The armrests had a mottled paint finish, showing signs of age and wear.

Under the bench was not white mist but a small patch of red mosaic floor tiles, with a dozen weeds poking their heads out from between the cracks, determinedly welcoming their own share of sunlight and moisture.

Just a second ago, Zheng Qing had been standing dozens of steps away, tentatively asking about the identity of the wizard on the bench.