Upon hearing the professor's teasing, Zheng Qing forced a bitter smile.
"I deserved it."
The young public-funded student muttered, once again flashing back to the slender Red Sky Pillar on the Black Prison Battlefield, the wall of the inner fortress crushed beneath it, and the scattered figures beneath the wall, unable to help letting out a deep sigh.
"A very interesting gift."
The professor repeated, holding the pot of mushrooms in his hands, moving it into the sunlight for a closer inspection: "See, this is a shade-loving plant, sunlight will make it curl up its cap, covered with red spots all over... just a little sun, and it will die."
Zheng Qing watched the Death Cap slowly curl its cap under the sunlight without speaking. The reaction of the Death Cap to sunlight was somewhat like a mimosa reacting to a touch, except, compared to ordinary plants, magical plants react more sensitively. This was in sharp contrast to the changes he experienced after becoming a wizard.
