The faint fragrance accompanied the witch's figure, flowing into the living room together.
A hint of amazement flashed in everyone's eyes, except Mr. Andrew, who besides being amazed, turned pale, evidently remembering the criticism of the Big Wizard he had made earlier.
Unlike everyone else, Zheng Qing was wondering what trick this young lady was playing. He clearly remembered that Su Shijun had returned to the mansion this morning, eliminating any possibility of her just waking up.
Was she trying to hide the fact that she hadn't been at the mansion for the past few days in front of the Trident Sword?
Or perhaps her disappearance in the past few days involved more discreet school and Moon Council activities that needed to evade the Alliance's surveillance to some degree?
Zheng Qing withdrew his gaze, picked up the teacup, and his brain raced, trying to figure out various possibilities.
