Zuo Qing finally snapped back to her senses under their collective gaze. Startled for a moment, she nodded and smiled, "Sorry, Mask wants to get along with Spirit, right? Spirit, go ahead and join them!"
The [Spirit] coiled around Zuo Qing obediently floated across the round table and headed straight for Wang Mian.
Wang Mian's eyes widened as he instinctively dodged.
Chapter 19