"Boom!!"
A deep and majestic drumbeat suddenly sounded, echoing in the expansive First Square. The previously whispering discussions ceased cleanly.
Zheng Qing glanced at the pocket watch in his hand.
It's eight forty-five.
Only fifteen minutes left until the Trial begins. The young wizard subconsciously let out a sigh of relief — the drumbeat proved that the school wouldn't simply throw them blindly into that so-called 'Trial Ground.' Whether it was to encourage them before departure or offer blessings, it was far more reassuring than saying nothing at all.
He raised his head and looked forward through a gap, seeing a tall, silver-haired elder wizard stepping forward with a shoulder-high magic wand, standing ahead of all the black and grey-robed wizards and stopping in front of the many student formations.
It was Professor Charles from Alpha Academy.
