Ever since learning that other people had ended up "bruised and battered" last night, Zheng Qing had been rather concerned.
It was not that he felt some shared misery or developed any strange sympathy for those who might also have gotten beaten up. Rather, the moment he heard the news, he had an inexplicable intuition that their "bruised and battered" state was connected to his own.
That intuition had kept growing stronger after he learned that Archwizards had clashed on Pedestrian Street last night, and that it was connected to Qingqiu Mansion. By evening, standing before Su Shijun, the concern in his heart had built to the point where he had to speak.
Hearing the black cat's question, the mistress of Qingqiu Mansion rolled her eyes beautifully.
"Don't blame everything on me." She extended a finger and, seemingly slow but actually swift, poked it directly against the black cat's forehead. Her voice carried a hint of displeasure. "...They're just students whose abilities are barely up to registration standards. Do you think I would personally deal with them? Even if I knew they had put a sack over your head, I would only give you the information and let you handle it yourself. Besides, if I had truly acted, they would not have merely ended up bruised and battered."
Feeling the warmth of that point on its forehead, the black cat sat frozen in place, not daring to move.
It did not doubt the meaning behind the witch's words in the slightest. Just as it did not doubt that the slender, fair finger on its forehead could easily poke a hole through its skull.
But if she had not acted, then the matter became even stranger—could those students who had been bruised and battered on the same night as him really