Just like that night several months ago.
Ancestor Zhongshan, dressed in a plain black robe, leaning on a Dragon Head Cane, and wearing a wide-brimmed pointed wizard hat, stood beside Qingqiu Ancestor, whose eight fox tails swayed behind her. They stood side by side in the air, craning their necks to look below.
Spying on the interactions among the younger generation.
The difference was that last time, the two had been above Zhongshan Mansion; this time, they were above Qingqiu Mansion. Last time, they had been at each other's throats, just short of coming to blows. This time, however, the two veteran Legendaries stood shoulder to shoulder, carefully maintaining a shielding barrier, afraid that the nighttime roars of beasts in the Silent Forest would ruin the mood between the young wizards.
In theory, doing this was somewhat impolite toward another Legendary. Fortunately, they were the elders of two young witches, so it could barely be justified.
"—At this rate, there won't be any progress even after a hundred years."
Watching the young Legendary inside the mansion make his hesitant declaration, Qingqiu Ancestor frowned, a trace of hidden impatience in her voice. "Strike while the iron is hot; the second attempt weakens, the third is exhausted... He has backed down at crucial moments more than once, hasn't he?"
"He has improved somewhat compared with before."
A somewhat abrupt voice suddenly came from beside the two witches' feet. They both lowered their heads and looked at the tabby cat that had appeared at some unknown time, seemingly unsurprised by its presence.
When Zheng Qing came to see the two witches, he naturally had not brought the noisy tabby along. He had tossed it back to Sanyou Bookstore long ago. But the Yellow Flower Cat's legs belonged to itself, and it was a