Zheng Qing ultimately failed to catch up with Jiang Yu.
When he rushed to the base of the Astronomical Tower, a small breeze blew in his face, causing him to lose sight. This was rare during the warm late spring season. The wind was small and swift, paired with the suddenly overcast weather, giving an immediate sense of impending rain.
White willow catkins gathered by the roadside, forming winding white threads. Students welcomed the thread with laughter and chatter as they walked toward the canteen.
Zheng Qing sighed and turned back to the Astronomical Tower.
Others were already out of class, but he still had a session of second-stage battle formations theory awaiting him in another time-space. Compared to tracking the witch, his current priority was finding an empty room for Time Conversion.
Moreover, unsurprisingly, Jiang Yu might have also gone to another time-space—much like their current relationship, which was close yet untouchable.
The rest of Tuesday passed.
