After waiting a long time, yet no sign of another casting, Yu Ziqing's drifting consciousness slowly returned to its place.
He blinked, looking at the increasingly strange Bridge of Fairyland before him, no matter how hard he tried, it didn't seem related to any immortal realm.
Dispelling the Divine Skills, he turned around to survey the chaos surrounding him.
Some were repairing Magical Treasures, others were sorting things, recording, doing a variety of tasks.
Over half of the Magical Treasures were broken, the remaining ones might still be usable, but they clearly couldn't meet the Dean's demands, and would be retired for use by the apprentices below.
Yu Ziqing stepped down from the platform and grabbed an apprentice.
"How long has it been?"
"Ah, about a year, I suppose."
The apprentice hugged a few Magical Treasures and hurried away.
Yu Ziqing was somewhat shocked, a year?
It has only been a year and his Bridge of Fairyland has advanced?
