“Douglas?” Before An Xia had actually seen the old man, the Douglas he had imagined—the headmaster of Lance Magic Academy—had been a mysterious and unfathomable powerhouse, the kind who could overturn heaven and earth with a wave of his hand. After all, the academy’s admission handbook had briefly introduced several of its famous experts. For example, Headmaster Douglas was a Saint Realm expert with the title Thunderlord of Ten Thousand Heavens. But now, that fantasy has completely shattered. In its place, the image of a hopelessly unserious old man was deeply carved into An Xia’s mind, accompanied by those wailing, ghostlike cries. If he could, An Xia really wanted the man to pay compensation for emotional distress. “Abis, what did…