The blonde witch mentioned the Tu Shan Clan's noble lady, immediately reminding Zheng Qing of the white-haired big fox that he had thrown back and forth on the magic stage.
He felt a bit apologetic and couldn't help but lower his eyelids, clenching his fist, still seemingly able to feel the fluffy comfort of that big furry tail in his palm.
But amidst his apology, he also realized something.
It had been two days since returning to school from Shanglin Garden, and rumors about him or others at Shanglin Garden had been popping up one after another, slowly becoming known to the public. However, the incident of Tushan Chujiu being thrown was hardly known —not only was there no mention in the newspapers but even the school had no whispers. This made him marvel at the influence of the seasoned wizarding families while also feeling astonished by the 'solidarity' among the aristocratic disciples.
