"Stay calm, stay calm... Don't get worked up."
The shadowy figure apparently realized it was locked in by several spells and froze on the spot for a few seconds before it gave up on slipping away quietly, slowly turned around, and spread its hands: "I mean no harm."
With those words, he also gently nudged the Little Fox lying in the grass, playing possum, with the tip of his foot, adding, "It's fine, it just bumped into the metal button on my arm guard... might get a bump on its head, though."
After being nudged twice by him, Poseidon finally stopped playing dead and, with a shriek, jumped three feet into the air, twisted its body nimbly in midair like a wisp of white smoke, and whooshed into the pavilion, seeking refuge in Zheng Qing's arms and starting to tremble violently.