Crescent Lake was very quiet.
Lishan Mountain was very quiet.
The Performance Stage was also very quiet.
Tu Shan Chu Jiu quietly watched the heat wave brush past her, watched the slightly distorted figure of the male wizard beyond it, watched the boy open his mouth as if saying something, though she could not hear a single word.
The successive Magic Power shocks produced by the collision between the Silence Bird and the fireballs sent her blood and energy churning. Her ears rang incessantly. She felt her face growing a little hot.
This was probably an aftereffect of her churning blood and energy, she told herself. Of course, it might also have been because of the heat waves still rolling across the Performance Stage.
She took a deep breath and remained perfectly calm.
"You can still stop now."
Tu Shan Chu Jiu looked at Zheng Qing without a flicker of emotion. The hand hidden in her sleeve before her rapidly formed hand seals, while the three fox tails raised behind her suddenly spread open like a blooming iris. Her tone even carried a trace of sincerity. "I only came up with this next attack not long ago. It is very powerful, but I haven't mastered it well enough yet... If it gets out of control, you'll probably be spending some time in the hospital. So, you can still stop now."
It was a very tactful offer of surrender.
Zheng Qing smiled shyly without saying a word, equally tactfully declining the witch's kindness.
Negotiations had failed.
The fox tails behind the witch suddenly dropped, and the wind rose sharply.
Bean-sized fire orbs appeared soundlessly around Tu Shan Chu Jiu, like a swarm of foraging Firefly Beetles, spinning and dancing through the gale with liveliness and fervor.
Zheng Qing saw it clearly.