The moment the white cat leaped down from the pavilion beam, Zheng Qing inwardly cried that things were about to go wrong.
He hurriedly shifted his gaze slightly and fixed his attention on the Old Scholar Tree nearby, as if a string of ginseng fruits had suddenly grown on it and were laughing as they waved at him.
Yet the two witches had exchanged only a single move before the atmosphere turned somewhat tense.
Zheng Qing had no choice but to abandon his attempt from a few seconds ago to stay out of it.
"Do you think we should dig up that Old Scholar Tree?"
He pointed at the old tree whose canopy nearly swallowed half of Ziwei Palace, his expression grave. "It has grown this large, so its roots must have spread into every corner of this courtyard. If we don't dig it up, our Xuanhuang Wood definitely won't have room to grow."
The Old Scholar Tree's branches and leaves, which had been swaying gently in the breeze, all stiffened at once.
The two witches, whose standoff had turned rigid, finally had their attention diverted.
Su Shijun was the first to support the wizard's suggestion.
"Good idea!"
With an expression that practically said, 'Husband, you're amazing,' she waved her raised thumb before the wizard, then moved it toward the Old Scholar Tree and turned it upside down, displaying the cold decisiveness of a Senior Councilor of the Under the Moon Council. "It really should be dug up. Since an ordinary scholar tree could grow to such a size here, this must be an excellent Spirit Cave. I'm not skilled in feng shui magic, but I know that cultivating at this kind of Magic Node yields twice the result with half the effort. It will benefit not only the Xuanhuang