The sound of the rushing wind echoed in his ears, and Zheng Qing could hear the flapping of robe corners; he vaguely guessed what the old man was doing.
A moment later, the wind gradually subsided.
"This is a farewell gift..."
The voice of Elder Atar faded into the distance. Zheng Qing slowly opened his eyes, and all he saw was lush greenery. They had already left that magnificent golden hall and found themselves in a strange land.
The sky was late, and the forest was dark.
Furry Bean rushed out of the darkness, eagerly wagging its tail at the young cost student. The brief meeting had allowed the dog to familiarize itself again with the new aura of the warlock.
Zheng Qing scratched its head while keeping his Charm Gun firmly pointed at Nikita.
