A creamy sphere floated above the hexagonal stone platform, rotating slowly.
The researchers surrounding the platform held clipboards in their hands, meticulously recording the data that emphasized on the sphere, occasionally flipping through their law books and pulling out tendrils of smoke-like substances from thin air and stuffing them into the sphere.
Carrying Poseidon, Su Shijun moved ahead, her high heels clacking against the floor.
Perhaps a silence spell had been cast on the laboratory because even though Su Daxu's high heels dented the floor while moving around, no sound was made.
Seemingly bored of being cradled, Poseidon climbed onto Su Shijun's shoulder, shaking its ears and squeaking at Zheng Qing—truly squeaking. Zheng Qing would be able able to understand if it were trying to communicate something.
With a quizzical expression, the tuition-free student looked at the reanimated Little Fox, considering whether to haul it back for a lesson in manners.
