The next morning when Zheng Qing woke up, he had already forgotten the leniency towards Taozhi's Help from the night before.
Taozhi's Help still had to die.
But Zheng Qing had no tolerance for the shadow that kept causing trouble either.
However, he couldn't yet find a better solution—the common magic for dealing with ghosts and curses had no effect on Zheng Qing's shadow, and stomping on it or spitting at it was just ridiculous.
The shadow couldn't care less about the Warlock's various attempts, and it only responded with rude gestures under Zheng Qing's feet when it was bored, showing disdain.
If more dangerous Black Magic were used, not only could it harm Zheng Qing himself, but it would also draw unwanted attention from the school, which wasn't worth it.
