Normally, receiving a blessing from a Great Diviner, even just verbally, is something worth celebrating.
But Zheng Qing is not happy at all right now.
Especially since "one's own family knows its own affairs," if the news from the Daily Horn truly ferments, a verbal blessing won't solve anything.
Troubled by this matter, the young cost student followed the student council clerk outside for quite a while before suddenly realizing the content of his earlier words.
"Mailbox? Exploded?"
After following the tall, lean warlock out of the teaching building, Zheng Qing asked in confusion, "What mailbox? My mailbox? Why would the mailbox explode either?"
He was a bit concerned about words like "explosion."
"Oh, 'mailbox' is a term used internally by the student council."
