"Many still clung to a stroke of luck." Liwita glanced back over her shoulder and spoke softly.
Di Xie'er looked over. "Are you pitying them for their choice?"
Liwita shrugged, shallow dimples blooming in her cheeks as she said slyly, "Of course not. I was thinking—how about 'Chairman Chasing Light Kindly Warned Them, Yet Greed Sent Them to Their Deaths' as the main headline for the supplement? And the subtitle could be—Before Life Ends, Do You Feel Regret?"
Before Di Xie'er could answer, Adelia snorted coldly from the side. "A boring angle. Using death as a gimmick."
Liwita opened her mouth. Her rebuttal had already rushed to her lips, but in the end, she said nothing.
If anyone else had said that, Liwita had one argument after another ready to leave them speechless. But the one who had said it was Adelia, and she had nothing to say.
As one of the Southern Region's foremost witches, Adelia carried immense weight in her words alone. Moreover, Liwita understood Adelia's personality. She was rigorous in conduct and meticulous in everything she did, and she utterly despised the smog-choked atmosphere of the magazine industry.
That so-called smog-choked atmosphere meant that periodicals published by the various magazines were increasingly drifting toward the fringes—less hard-core, more gossip-oriented.
As one of the chief editors of Forest of Time, Adelia had once specifically written an article criticizing this sort of trend.
When Liwita had read that article, she had actually agreed rather strongly with Adelia's views. Even several issues of Firefly Capital Night Talk that she later edited had deliberately become much more hard-core.
But topics could not hold up forever.
After all, major events did not happen often, while dry spells were always there. Knowledge-sharing depended on individuals; some wizards writing columns would enter seclusion in