"Teacher, weren't you the one who believed most in the legend of wizards?"
"Why..."
The noble student who had asked earlier found it hard to accept, as he also harbored fantasies about the wizard legend.
Staring intently at the master of history, the fallen baron he respected, he sought an answer.
Four eyes met.
Chen Feng removed his presbyopic glasses, the serene elderly face full of wrinkles was extraordinarily calm, without the slightest expression.
"Because wizards are just our fantasies."
With these words, he turned and stepped away, ending the class.
Inside the room, the students were utterly stunned, followed by a buzzing of whispers.
The student who had asked earlier felt as if something he was pursuing had shattered, his body lightly trembling as he stood still.
....
"I never thought you would actually admit such a thing."
In the corridor outside the classroom, an elderly man dressed in a silk robe appeared.
