Perhaps sensing the sudden gaze of the young wizard.
The wizard in the black cloak paused slightly with the feather pen in his hand, and the wide hood slowly turned towards Zheng Qing's position, pausing for a few seconds.
The consequence of the abundant moonlight gathering on the battlefield was that the contrast between light and shadow in the whole garden was exceptionally strong. The area where the spectators were located was extremely dim, so even though the hood was facing Zheng Qing, he could only see a vague blur of darkness, unable to discern the face under the hood.
"Sir!"
Since he had already been noticed, Zheng Qing couldn't afford to act secretly anymore. He fixed his eyes on the figure while squeezing towards his position, shouting loudly, "Please wait, Korma the Wise wants to ask you a few questions!"
Korma, standing behind the young man, tilted her head with a puzzled expression but wisely said nothing. Instead, she followed the gaze of the young cost student.
