Tap tap tap!
Su Ya lifted her skirt and trotted to Zheng Qing.
"Wow! Finally found you!"
The little fox lady was so anxious her tail almost popped out from her skirt. As she urgently tugged at the warlock's robe, she chattered: "—Miss said it's time for the blessing segment... Your gift? Is the gift for Dong Dong ready?"
Korma gracefully sidestepped, clearing a route for the warlock to leave.
Zheng Qing put down his wine glass.
He took a light breath, touched his grey cloth bag, and a hint of confidence appeared on his face.
"—Of course it's ready."
