"Only forty-nine Legends?"
Zheng Qing instinctively furrowed his brow and began calculating: "—There have been six or seven newly acclaimed Legends in the past two years, but we haven't heard of any old Legends falling, have we? Could it be they met their end in the new world? Is there a war outside?"
The thoughts of young wizards are always jumping and divergent.
The elder wizards wouldn't easily jump to such conclusions.
The gentleman casually caught a stream of light from outside the leaf-like boat, squinted at it carefully, and then threw it back into the endless flow of light before speaking again: "—Legends don't fall so easily. Just like your 'Taiyi' or Montelio's 'Primordial,' behind every Legend lies countless legendary stories, and the fall of each Legend would cause a tremendous stir in the entire Wizard World... let alone the simultaneous fall of six or seven Legends."
"Then..." Zheng Qing grew even more puzzled.
"That's because I have advanced."
