After Poseidon left.
Zheng Qing and the two witches around him suddenly felt much quieter. The wizards with the privilege of attending this gathering mostly had worldly experience and insight. While they might be curious about gossip, they would by no means be overly impolite on such an occasion. They sensibly kept their distance, making the area around the three of them even more spacious.
This left Zheng Qing feeling quite helpless.
He was originally hoping to take advantage of someone coming over to chat to slip away quietly.
"—So, what exactly happened with that explosion at your Xuanhuang Palace?"
