When Zhang Shuzhi was telling his companions that stale old story by the lake.
On the Performance Stage.
A bluebird suddenly appeared amid the raging flames, spread its wings, and hovered before Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu, scolding, "Which family are you from, young man? How can you be so reckless as to barge onto the stage and interfere with someone else's spell demonstration?"
How could Zheng Qing not realize by then that he had made a complete blunder?
He was naturally tongue-tied and speechless.
Jiang Yu yanked him behind her.
"He came to take over my challenge."
The witch threw the bamboo slip in her hand to the ground and calmly uttered words that left Zheng Qing staring wide-eyed. "I concede the challenge just now... He has come to challenge Senior Sister Tu Shan in my place."
Silence fell over Lishan Mountain.
An uproar broke out by the lake.
The Jiang Family elder, who had been smiling moments ago, abruptly rose to his feet. Pointing at Jiang Yu, his lips trembled for a moment before he let out a long sigh, flicked his sleeve, and sat back down. He glared viciously at the male wizard who had caused it all.
The Great Foxes of the Tu Shan Family stopped discussing fur conditioner. The plump-looking old woman from the Sima Family began fingering the string of beads in her hand, while the guests from the Three-eyed Tribe and the Multi-armed People stopped gossiping as well, watching everything on the stage with great interest.
Only the witches from Qingqiu still wore their usual terrible expressions.
The bluebird's brows knotted together—Zheng Qing was surprised that he still had the presence of mind to observe a bird's eyebrows—as its gaze shifted between the young wizard and witch for a moment.
"Concede? Do you