"..."
Sara’s mind buzzed for a moment, her thoughts suddenly came to a halt.
Her ears experienced a temporary deafness as well.
The girl’s casual words seemed to take away all the sound.
"I’m right here, speak quickly." Ying Zijin said, gesturing for the equally dazed Cheng Yuan to escort the teachers and students from the Engineering Institute out, "I don’t have time to waste with you now, play by yourself for a while."
Sara’s body began to tremble violently.
She dumbly raised her head, seeing the girl’s exquisite face, the color of the blood on her lips gradually faded, turning pale.
Suddenly, she felt ice-cold all over.
Sara’s lips trembled terribly, nearly losing her voice: "No! No no no no..."
The Eleventh of the Twenty-Two Sages, Sage, Wheel of Destiny.
The Wheel of Fortune!
The knights kneeling on the ground were shocked in their hearts, but more than that, they were ecstatic.
The Wheel of Destiny fell very early, back when the City of the World was still feudal and ancient.
The records left were only frescoes and text.
Even then, she was just a weak girl, never appearing in public.
Yet the residents knew, it was the Wheel of Destiny who helped them avoid many disasters.
Knowing one’s fate, mastering affinities.
Cutting off past lives, judging future ones.
Foretelling fortune and misfortune, deciding life and death.
— Divine Calculator of the World.
Even the strongest diviners couldn’t be worthy of this title.
"It seems you have nothing to say." Ying Zijin adjusted the brim of her hat, calmly, "I’m leaving, you can wait for me at the Sage Academy, we have accounts to settle."
The knights knelt on the ground, earnest and sincere at this moment, loudly: "Welcome, Lady Wheel of Destiny! Farewell, Lady Wheel of Destiny!"
The sound was earth-shattering, with cheers like thunder.
Sara remained stunned in place, her ears buzzing, still unable to believe it.
Wasn’t the Wheel of Destiny known to be frail?
How could she possess combat power rivaling that of Combat-type Sages?
Moreover, most importantly, how could the new Wheel of Destiny be Ying Zijin?!
Sara slumped to the ground, cold sweat pouring out.
At this moment, she suddenly wished the previous Wheel of Destiny hadn’t died.
A frail Wheel of Destiny was, after all, easier to deal with.
What to do now?
**
Outside the city.
To pick up these academicians and students, the IBI dispatched all their planes once more.
The students were brimming with excitement.
"I think outside the city looks good, not as bad as the Empress says."
"Isn’t that right? She deliberately tarnishes the Seven Continents and Four Oceans, doesn’t want us to go out."
"If it weren’t for Ying—" Ye Siqing suddenly faltered.
She hesitated and felt a bit fearful.
Now, with a Sage sitting right in front of them, how should they address her?
Everyone else also stopped talking, inevitably feeling nervous.
The Sage Empress’s ways, they had seen clearly.
"We are all classmates, once before, and now too." Ying Zijin turned her head, smiling slightly, "This doesn’t change because of my other identity."
"You don’t need to be afraid of me, and you can rest assured, I am born to protect you."
Everyone’s bodies shook.
Ye Siqing’s eyes reddened: "God Ying..."
This is the difference between the Wheel of Destiny and the Empress.
Two hours later, the plane arrived at Imperial Capital University.
"We’re here." Ying Zijin was the first to jump off, "Let’s go."
It was three in the afternoon, class time, so there weren’t many people on the road.
Zuo Li walked out holding a book, humming a song.
Until a familiar voice called out to him: "Professor Zuo."
Professor Zuo shivered all over, turned his head, and was shocked: "Oh crap!"
He disregarded the things in his hands and ran towards the girl.
Ying Zijin spoke promptly: "Stop—"
Zuo Li stopped immediately, looking pitifully as if he might cry: "Classmate Ying, where have you been? You’ve been missing at Imperial University for nearly a year! Did you write your thesis?"
Ying Zijin: "..."
She knew it.
Behind her, academicians and students looked at each other.
This, someone actually dared urge the Wheel of Destiny to write a thesis?
"I had something to do." Ying Zijin kept it brief, "Besides, I took leave."
After reading through, Di Wu Yue righteously declared, "Alright, pay first!"
Xize dug into his pocket and pulled out an S-level card from Lorentz Group.
Grinding his teeth, he asked, "Is this enough?"
"It’s enough," Di Wu Yue accepted it, then immediately fetched the materials from the storage room and began setting up the formation.
Di Wu Feng leisurely herded the chicks aside.
"Third-rate Remnant Wind, you’re impressive, really impressive." Xize circled around her clapping his hands, "I didn’t expect you’d master quite a bit of the boss’s essence, this array-setting method has some skills."
Di Wu Yue ignored him, and ten minutes later, she looked up, "It’s set up, sit inside."
Xize, using his height advantage, condescendingly stared at her, "I won’t sit, I’ll just stand here. What can you do to me?"
"Snap!"
Xize was smacked down.
He rigidly lifted his head.
He simply couldn’t believe he was forced down by a girl thirty centimeters shorter than him.
"You talk too much; this is my home," Di Wu Yue said fiercely, "Any more talk, and I’ll make you a dwarf."
Xize: "..."
Seems like such a formation might actually exist.
He endured.
Fu Yunshen picked up a book left on the steps by Di Wu Yue, flipping through it, "What is this?"
Di Wu Yue turned around, "Oh, that’s a book left by Shao Xian’s ancestor. I only recently found it from Grandpa."
"Your master has told you, don’t calculate her," Fu Yunshen said flatly, "You must remember this, absolutely remember."
"I know." Di Wu Yue packed up her things, "I just managed to find it, so I took it out to look. I’m still so young, so cute and beautiful, and haven’t had an earth-shattering romance yet—"
Inside the formation, Xize burst into laughter.
Di Wu Yue gazed at him gloomily.
Xize stopped laughing, "Go on, go on."
When he regains his memory and strength, he’ll properly bully this Third-rate Remnant Wind.
To let her understand what worldly danger is.
**
Meanwhile, Sara wasn’t even sure how she made it back to the Sage Academy.
Her anger made her fingers tremble, almost unable to hold the Scepter.
The doors of the hall were slammed open, and in rushed the Knight Commanders of the Four Great Knight Orders.
Sara’s eyes turned cold, "What are you doing, who let you in? Planning a rebellion?!"
"You’re right," the Scepter Knight Commander smiled slightly, first tearing off his emblem and throwing it to the ground, "From today onwards, the Four Great Knight Orders will no longer pledge loyalty to the Sage Academy!"
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