When the wheel of history rolls by, ordinary people rarely perceive it from the subtle changes of daily life. Because most people are like dust in the wheel tracks; the lucky ones might rise with the wheel's turn and glance at the starry sky overhead; the unlucky ones cluster in the wheel tracks from beginning to end, their ears full of mundane trifles.
Zheng Qing felt that the 'little spat' initiated by the Beta Town Post probably belonged to this category.
Since its brief outbreak on Friday night, all weekend, Saturday and Sunday, the sky was clear, the breeze mild, and the campus was lively and harmonious, showing a scene of peace and wellness.
So much so that when Zheng Qing walked along the shaded paths of the academy, he was momentarily dazed, suspecting he had fallen under a powerful confusion spell, unable to distinguish between illusion and reality—he would bet that many people at Jiuyou Academy already knew Old Yao was an actual demon, but nobody seemed to care.
