"Ah, the young lady from the Jiang Family."
As a Moonlit Parliament Upper Councilor, Su Shijun immediately spotted that solitary, brilliant streak of red on the lawn. A hint of surprise entered her voice, along with a faint smile.
Zheng Qing abruptly looked away from the lawn and turned toward the witch seated in the golden chair.
A moment later, he gave a muffled groan and quickly lowered his gaze. Su Shijun wasn't wearing her glasses today-and she was wearing makeup! Who knew how much that close-up, direct look would affect a young wizard? He felt as if his heart were a towel being wrung out with all someone's strength.
A moment ago, he'd been so afraid he could barely breathe. Now, her blinding beauty had made him forget how to breathe. The two utterly different emotions felt like great hands clutching opposite ends of his heart and twisting hard.
Bang!
A pale green Magic Firework shot into the sky and burst beside the moon. Brilliant sparks outlined an enormous green Nine-tailed Fox. As its tails spun, it faded away, transforming into a giant bat with outstretched wings, bloodred in color. Then came a blue Giant Wolf, a Ghost shimmering with the hazy luster of pearls, and a brass-colored Zombie.
The forms of the Five Upper Councilor Races of the Moonlit Parliament appeared one after another in the night sky. Only after one Magic Firework after another bloomed did the stunned young wizard finally come to his senses.
"Isn't this a Moon Clan ball?"
As soon as Zheng Qing spoke, he realized his voice was a little hoarse.
"The way you said that makes you sound just like a medieval Vampire who's crawled out of a Coffin," Su Shijun said, sitting upright on her throne and smiling as she surveyed