"Why did you have to choose today to go out? This is not a good day."
The black cat stood on a horizontal branch of the Return Soul Poplar, staring down with its big, amber eyes—repeating the question it had just asked, its tone particularly unfriendly: "And who is she? Why is she here?"
Under the Return Soul Poplar, apart from the black cat's contractual partner, Korma, there was also a witch wearing a mask.
A black cloak, trousers, and a shirt, with a belt adorned with a string of amulets and a thick Law book.
Even though the masked witch's face was not visible, just by her attire alone, Zheng Qing could easily determine that the person standing before him was Elena— not to mention the familiar scent she carried. It hadn't even been half an hour since they parted in Flying Garden.
Zheng Qing felt that the bad premonition he had earlier had become reality.