Clap!
A faint, crisp sound came from behind.
Zheng Qing turned around, his gaze passing over the swaying tree shadows, seemingly seeing a few blooming fireworks, among which were some indistinct numbers.
This made him feel as if he had seen the magic stage at the foot of Centimeter Mountain.
"I wonder how many points Uncle Zhang Zhi scored."
He mumbled and withdrew his gaze, looking at the witch who was also looking up, finally remembering the incidents from the first round where her magic display was interrupted by Tushan Chujiu: "...how many points did you get after your magic display was interrupted by Tu Mountain?"
"No score." The witch replied lightly.
This answer instantly woke the warlock up.
His thoughts immediately moved away from the previous 'shaded paths, strolls, and chats', back to reality, remembering the witch's identity and the nature of the Shanglin Garden Spring Hunt.
He recalled their early departure.
"Is it alright?" he couldn't help but ask quietly.
