March 14th, Sunday, sunny.
It's now 9:27 AM.
The sky above Buji Island is like a clear sapphire, with the edges of the gemstone adorned with a few gentle clouds. The golden sunlight passes through the glass window unobstructed, leaving mottled shadows that sway slightly in the conference room. Even the most picky wizard wouldn't find a reason to doubt the work of today's weather monitor.
It's just that none of the young wizards in the conference room are paying attention to the beautiful weather outside.
Everyone's focus is entirely on the hazy barrier at the front of the conference room.
Except Zheng Qing.
