Su Shijun left the leather chair behind her desk and approached Gouzi.
The Law book with its aqua-colored cover floated beside her, several finger-width beams of light flowed out from it, landed on the floor, curled upwards, and splashed several patterns of aqua flowers clustering around Gouzi.
Zheng Qing faintly sensed that these aqua flowers were reinforcing the structure of the space.
Gouzi trembled its ears slightly—it was one of the few parts it could still move—its head slightly retracted backward, timidly glancing at Zheng Qing.
It's just a check, the young cost student muttered to himself in his mind, not knowing why but feeling somewhat guilty looking into Gouzi's eyes.
"Now it's confirmed, it bears no hostility toward you."
