Zhang Ji Xin's words were spot on.
In the next few days, the campus was buzzing with discussions. There was the growing momentum of 'Please give me a frog' across the Northern District Wizards, the Beta Town Daily's exhaustive essays on the Moon Council about the inclusion of the Mouse Clan, the arena matches at Starry Sky Academy and Atlas's Winter Festival, and the reappearance of a certain person and the new grass doll product launched by a certain infamous burned wizard.
No one paid attention to the fishmen in Lin Zhong Lake.
It was as if those wizards who tirelessly ran around for the fishmen in the lake last semester had all perished within a year. And the fishmen themselves had become unusually obedient during this chaotic early winter, rarely surfacing to cause trouble, so much so that the freshmen felt nothing towards the rumored race that pulled children into the water or snatched freshmen's backpacks.
