Upon hearing the witch's final words, Zheng Qing's heart skipped a beat. The suggestion made by the elder wizards on the Magic Stage earlier echoed in his ears again. He subconsciously tugged at his sleeve.
"Hmm, speaking of those talismans…"
The warlock mumbled, testing the waters with a vague tone, "I heard that achieving a high score on the Magic Stage might earn you some invitations? Do you know anything about that?"
"Just heard?" Jiang Yu glanced at him with a teasing smile.
Zheng Qing shifted his eyes guiltily and coughed heavily before honestly pulling out a thick stack of invitations from his sleeve.
"Quite the haul you've got there."
The witch took the invitations, flipped through them casually, and her lips curled into a slight smile: "Let me see, hmm, O'Brien Family, Black Family, Hongnong Yang Family, Zhou Family of Shaoxing…Wow, even the Tianmen Zhang sent you an invite. Zhang Ji Xin treats you as a brother, yet you plan to be his little uncle?"
