"I don't even know if meeting you today is a good thing or a bad thing."
This was the first sentence Old Yao said after the office door closed.
Zheng Qing and the Shadow Cat exchanged glances, both startled by this remark—weren't legendary wizards supposed to be 'all-knowing and all-powerful'? Throwing such a heavy statement at them right away, wasn't he worried about crushing their fragile little necks!
The little dragon hanging from Zheng Qing's ear lifted its head even higher.
Old Yao circled around the desk, walked to the tall redwood bookcase, holding a pipe in his hand, letting the pale blue smoke disperse bit by bit without taking a puff for a long time, seemingly hesitant.
Especially when he saw the bluish figure hanging from Zheng Qing's ear; his expression became even more cautious.
"Spit it out if you have something to say, otherwise—"
