Upon hearing the sound of footsteps entering, the two witches raised their heads in unison to look.
Both beautiful, both at the Great Wizard Rank. Although Zheng Qing was quite familiar with both of them, the direct gaze still exerted immense mental pressure on him, making him instinctively forget to breathe.
Fortunately, the warlock had a little fox in his arms.
As soon as they entered, Poseidon shed his lazy demeanor, eagerly jumped out of the warlock's arms, and scurried over to Su Shijun, standing upright against her leg, chirping incessantly, his big tail happily swaying behind him, as if claiming credit for hard work.
"Good job."
Su Daxu put down her teacup, rubbed the little fox's head, praising him while taking out a date-red pill and popping it into the little fox's mouth.
The little fox quickly gobbled down the pill, its ears perked up comfortably, reluctantly licking the witch's fingers.
