Handling two waves of 'attacks' in a short time made Jiang Yu feel a bit exhausted.
"I need to find a refreshing drink."
She linked arms with the warlock, slowly walking around the dance floor, not in a hurry to dance. She pointed to the gathering of warlocks under the wall on the other side: "You can wait for me there, chat with them for a while..."
Zheng Qing looked in the direction the witch pointed.
"Them... I don't seem to know any of them." He muttered, his expression slightly hesitant — although at the First University he had already participated in many social events, at those venues, he was always with known partners and had never had the experience of casually chatting alone among a group of strangers.
This made a strange image of a duck barging into a group of fire chickens, noisily chattering, inexplicably pop into his mind.
