Returning to Greenhill Mansion, it was already nine in the morning.
In the garden, the flowers were in full bloom. The sprites, having just indulged in nectar and dewdrops, lay languidly among the petals, basking in the warm winter sun. Several fox maids were scattered around the garden, tenderly attending to these precious creatures.
Zheng Qing did not see any sign of Su Ya.
This struck him as odd. Usually, at this time, the little fox lady should be crouched in front of her seven-color pansy, chasing away little earth dragons she caught, providing them with loose soil. Yet today, she was nowhere to be seen.
Could it be that Su Shijun had some urgent matter and took her along?
The thought sparked a sudden joy in the young warlock's heart. Instinctively, he quickened his pace, eager to take advantage of this time to discuss the development direction of the hunting team for the new semester with his teammates.
