After the flame-faced figure burst, those deep red sparks scattered, alternating with the stars that sprang from Zheng Qing's eyes, leaving elegant trails on his retina.
Su Shijun blew on her palm and then casually snapped her fingers with a crisp sound.
The binds around Zheng Qing instantly disappeared without a trace.
The warlock immediately sprang up tensely, patting his grey cloth bag at his waist. But this foolish act lasted only a few seconds before he realized, and then he sat back down awkwardly.
"Sorry," he said, staring into Su Shijun's eyes and speaking in a low voice, "that was just a reflex."
The witch cocked her head, a smile that was not quite a smile on her face.
"How interesting," she said lazily, just like before, "it's the first time a warlock's reflex in front of me is to attack... It seems now is not the right time for a chat. If there's nothing else..."
