The wand still glows and the spell can still be recited.
But when 30,000 wizards stood on the long street in Yongle's 15th year, watching the two teenagers cut the sky casually, use the moonlight as talismans, and guide the stars into formations, they understood the sound of silence for the first time.
What was more terrifying than the method of moving mountains and filling the sea was that after the spell was over - the two teenagers were squatting in front of the soy milk stall on the street corner, arguing with the landlady about begging for an extra spoonful of sugar.
We come from a world that keeps magic in the dark.
Bloodlines, secrets, the invisible wall between wizards and Muggles.
But here, the great road is written in Meng Tong's literacy textbook, and the art of reaching the sky is spread on the outer wall of the academy. Those who can change the course of mountains and rivers with a wave of their hands are wearing dusty cloth and arguing with old farmers in the fields about this year's rain.
"We thought we were special."
Someone whispered that the palms of their hands, calloused by work hours, were holding a "Thousand-Character Classic" that was exchanged for three days of rations.
"Until I saw the real 'special' one, he turned out to have the most ordinary face."
"Yongle Ji·Wizard Record"
When the magical world mistakenly enters the prosperous age of cultivating immortals,
We finally begin to learn - how to be a mortal.
