Master Baoyangzi's magic theory class lasted for a full three hours.
It happened to be the duration of a major class period.
As the clock just ticked past three intervals, the dense array of dials surrounding the 'classroom' quivered slightly, and the second hands that were ticking away stopped simultaneously.
Then, those clock faces, like thin paper blown by the wind, floated gently down, one after another, returning to the pocket watch in Master Baoyangzi's hand.
Old Yao's office returned to its original state.
The two young wizards awoke from the illusion and began looking at their own timers. There was no need for calculation, and Zheng Qing easily noticed that there was still half an hour before the end of their brief 'time travel'.
"Two pieces of good news."
