For a long time.
Or perhaps just a brief moment later.
A faint rustling sound reached Zheng Qing's ears, accompanied by a subtle charred smell.
He looked toward the sound and saw Xiao Xiao's feather pen firmly scraping against the black cauldron. The vibrant green feathers had already been singed yellow and curled by the scorching ceramic wall.
"This pen is damaged due to official business; I'll claim reimbursement from Fox Five." Noticing Zheng Qing's gaze, the Atonement Hunting Team's diviner adjusted his glasses and smoothly switched between two unrelated topics: "...For now, both sides seem to still be honoring the agreement. We can consider fishing out that bean now."
"That's certainly good news." The young scholarship student muttered under his breath, putting away his slightly overheated charm gun and reloading it with the Evil-repelling blood talisman bullet he had previously removed.
