To earn the succinct remark "truly bright" from Professor Yi, it naturally wasn't the small fireball exploded by the paper crane.
It was the thread of destiny connected to that letter.
While the Divination professor fixated on that thread, calculating rapidly in his mind, Old Yao had already finished reading the contents of the letter, biting his pipe and tucking the letter into his coat.
"Something happened at the school?" Professor Yi stared vacantly into the distance, casually asking in an offhand tone—this wasn't difficult for him. He could see at a glance exactly where the "very bright" thread was tethered.
"Yes." Old Yao took a puff from his pipe, exhaling a dense plume of smoke, his brows tightly furrowed, his expression heavy with worry: "Based on prior calculations, the Xuanhuang Fruit was supposed to mature in half a month's time, which is why I tasked Little Su to temporarily keep an eye on things during this period."
"Which Little Su?"
"The one all the boys fancy."
