"Hehe!"
Looking at the beautiful bow, the sprite happily hugged the wandering wizard's finger, making joyful sounds, her translucent wings gently flapping, their surface shimmering with enchanting light.
"It's alright, it's alright... everything will be fine."
The elder wizard muttered, his fingertips gently caressing her head, while a faint gray spell light surged from his palm like a hunting serpent, gradually coiling around the sprite. The just-recovered sprite slowly closed her eyes within the spell light, her skin turning gradually gray-white, but still maintaining a grateful smile on her face.
Zheng Qing, witnessing all this, said nothing and swung a fist heavily onto the wandering old man's face, his fist deeply embedded into the elder wizard's head. The young man only felt as if his fist had plunged into boiling water, grimacing in pain, while the opponent remained oblivious.
This gave him a strong sense of defeat, both mentally and physically.
"Hypocrite."
