Ignoring Professor Hagrid's futile dissuasion, Lu Li followed Professor Chris away from the tree canopy and took the tree hole elevator of the mixing zone to the lower layers.
Human proportions seem as insignificant as ants in the dark tree hole leading deep underground—Professor Chris being the slightly larger one.
Around them, other elevators with fluorite lamps either ascend or descend, the sound of winding gears echoing in the dim tree hole.
They passed through the middle and upper layers without stopping, continuing downward.
"He's not in the Giant Tree?"
Lu Li gazed towards the edge of the tree hole's bottom, glowing with brightness; it should be the surface.
"As a heretic scholar, that guy isn't qualified to enter the academy," said Fat Sen, crossing her arms. In the darkness, she seemed even paler, as if cloaked in a faint light.
The title 'professor' comes from his identity in the Old Era—
