Tick tock, tick tock.
From the corner of the wall clock came the sound of the hand moving lightly and rhythmically.
The subtle hint of romance from moments ago quickly dissipated, and the study fell into a brief silence. Both warlocks and witches needed a moment to clear their thoughts. It only took a short time for Su Shijun to regain her composure.
"I'm not hurt."
Compared to before, the witch's voice now seemed somewhat dry, with a hint of concealed annoyance: "I just had a minor conflict with the Wandering Wizard... permitted within the Alliance's scope."
"Why did you bother him?" Zheng Qing asked softly.
"Because he's the most well-informed."
