"Your singing was passable."
Zheng Qing reluctantly nodded, then turned to the other theoretically more reliable little witch, first expressing concern about her health: "Is your body alright now?"
Considering the complex environment, he used somewhat vague wording.
Zhu Si's face immediately fell upon hearing this.
The incident at the Winter Hunting Ground, where she, the guiding teacher, was knocked out instantly by someone's sneak attack, had become a terrible memory she constantly wished to forget—especially since she had repeatedly emphasized 'be vigilant' rubbish when coaching the Fringe Hunting Team before. Every time she thought about it, Zhu Si felt a sense of shame.
"I just took a nap, how could anything be wrong!" The little witch replied curtly with a stern face.
