Time rewinds for a moment.
After the Atonement Hunting Team retracted their formation under Zheng Qing's orders, Jiang Yu naturally appeared beside the warlock.
"Do you need a break?"
The witch pulled down her mask, glancing around vigilantly as she asked Zheng Qing. As she spoke, the furry ears atop her hood twitched slightly, like a real cat's ears on alert.
This was a moment of whimsy Zheng Qing had while picking cloaks for the team members—while the warlocks' cloaks were all plain and boring, the witch's cloak not only had a ring of white fur around the collar and lapels but also had a pair of sharp white cat ears on the hood. They offered no magical benefits for hunting, purely meant to sway like real cat ears or fold into airplane wings, expressing the owner's mood.
At this moment, the cat ears were swiveling slightly from side to side, indicating the witch's slight tension beneath the hood.
The captain of the Atonement Hunting Team couldn't help but smile.
