Chapter 45: The Triple World and the Brain in a Vat

The night breeze was gentle, rustling the corners of the robe.

The teacher's robe seemed to become especially broad, shielding the eyes of the young, cost student Zheng Qing. Following behind his teacher, he stumbled a few steps, feeling that he had just left the great hall of Gini Cottage; suddenly, the sound of wind by his ears abruptly ceased.

The floating corners of the robe that had been blocking his view also gracefully fell back into place.

Zheng Qing's view brightened, as the words of complaint he planned to utter involuntarily retreated back down his throat—he could wager that his teacher had already taken him away from Buji Island.

Because the boy remembered clearly, it was the middle of the night on Buji Island.