Laughter and jest gave way to seriousness whenever the subject of witchcraft came up.
"By rights, when we confiscate witchcraft records from someone's home, we're supposed to give back the originals and keep the copies. That's the rule, and everyone abides by it," Zhuang said solemnly.
"But this time, Mr. Lu took the initiative to sneak them away without permission, because he didn't want to let this witchcraft spread."
"The original name of the witchcraft, directly translated, should be 'Your Heart Is My Heart.' I detest some people's unilateral approach to what they call elegance, so I translated it to 'Heart-to-Heart Skewers' instead."
Upon hearing this, the others couldn't help but burst into laughter again.
Yet Zhuang looked at them with stern eyes, and one by one, their expressions grew serious.
Professor Cao narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp, "The specific effects!"
