Before Yang Qing could process what Dean Zhu Lao had said, the scene around him instantly shifted. The courtyard's surroundings had completely transformed, losing its well-maintained, garden-like appearance. The carpet of dragon grass and Spirit Dew Grass was gone, and even the Red Amber Scholar Jade Wood Tree had vanished.
The entire scenery was replaced by a misty fog that covered everything and then melted away, revealing a waterfall surrounded by azure-green grass.
It seemed to be a regular occurrence since he had set foot on the Institute's grounds, but Yang Qing's eyes froze yet again—and just like the couple of times before, it was with good reason.
