Four green fox tails gently spiraled into existence.
The Upper House Member of the Moon Council transformed into a hazy green light on the spot, disappearing into the night. Zheng Qing had no idea where she went; perhaps back to the lab to check materials, maybe to the lounge for tea, or possibly she was just invisibly standing right there.
In any case, as she had emphasized before, she 'left first'.
No one would consider her actions impolite. As the most honored and attention-gathering guest at the event, she had the privilege and freedom to act with such whimsy.
Now, only the young cost student was left to face the heavy pressure descending from all directions at the ball—of course, this was also his due—for even though there was little commotion, the departure of the Owner of Qingqiu Mansion still drew many curious gazes.
