"Why did you come here?"
"I heard there's a party on Christmas Eve today, so I came over to dance... What, am I not welcome?"
"You could choose another dance partner."
"He's the best choice."
The conversation between the two Grand-Wizards was brief and bland, without a trace of emotion. After hearing the response from the North District Great Wise Person, the host of Greenhill Mansion looked at her deeply, then turned to Zheng Qing: "What do you think?"
Three witches looked at the young cost student together.
In Zheng Qing's pale memories of his short life, he vaguely remembered that some gazes had given him immense pressure, but those were the looks of high-level wizards. He had never thought that the gaze of several witches would be so heavy, as if dozens of burlap bags filled with sand were piled on his chest, making it hard to breathe.
"Think about what?" the warlock mumbled, seemingly losing the ability to think.
"For the next dance, who would you like to dance with?"
