Hearing the words "Longevity Turtle," Zheng Qing instinctively exchanged a glance with Xiao Xiao.
This was the second time he had heard of that place today.
Sephrano had just said that Liu Feifei's spectacled cobra, suspected of being a Faceless Demon, had vanished into the Longevity Turtle mudflats on the eastern shore of Linzhong Lake. And now Professor Garcia was saying that the Longevity Turtles there had seen traces of the Black Goat.
Too many coincidences were no coincidence at all.
With that thought, Zheng Qing became even more eager to leave the market.
But before leaving, he needed to find Jiang Yu and Poseidon—he did not have the nerve to leave Poseidon behind and return to school alone. If he did, Su Shijun would not be cutting off his shadow next time.
After saying goodbye to Professor Garcia, Zheng Qing made a full circuit around the market.
The witches were easy enough to find.
They were standing at the entrance to a fish-skin tent at the edge of the market, peering inside. Little Fox lay in Jiang Yu's arms, idly playing with her tail, while Colmar leaned close to Jiang Yu's ear and whispered something with a mischievous smile on her face.
Jiang Yu's cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes sparkled.
"What are you doing?" Zheng Qing called from afar.
His voice stood out sharply in the quiet market, drawing a wide swath of curious looks. The pressure immediately made the young wizard swallow the rest of his words.
When Colmar saw Zheng Qing, she sighed softly, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face.
"What is this place... fortune-telling?" Only when Zheng Qing approached did he notice a short fishbone-wood pole sticking out from the side of the fish-skin tent. A small green flag hung from it, with