Just like the teleportation light of a spaceship, the Temporal Administration had its own "space-time teleportation technology."
So, almost immediately, Gao Gong saw an old acquaintance—the future captain of the Temporal Administration's anti-pornography squad.
It had to be said that despite not seeing her for many years, this Witch of Time's looks seemed not to have changed at all.
She was still just as unique and outstanding.
Otherwise, Gao Gong would never have considered developing the "Witch of Time Series."
Unfortunately, at the time, he had been chased around by the Blade Queen until he was constantly clutching his head and fleeing, leaving him with a huge psychological shadow.
After thinking it over again and again, he ultimately abandoned the idea.
Olga stood there quietly, her entire body suffused with an otherworldly halo.
Her long hair was no ordinary color. It was a silver-violet hue, as though distilled from the moment moonlight and the dead of night converged. Her strands seemed dotted with stars, while tiny points of light, like grains of sand in an hourglass, slowly flowed and hovered among them.
Most striking of all were her eyes.
They were not human eyes, but more like two miniature precision clocks revolving eternally.
The pupil of her left eye was a golden sundial, while her right eye held a silver lunar-phase disk. Slender hands moved soundlessly across them, reflecting countless silhouettes of the past and future.
When she looked at you, it seemed she was not observing your present, but reading all your yesterdays and tomorrows at once.
At that moment, Olga was also dazzled by Gao Gong's appearance.
Gao Gong's face had already surpassed the worldly meaning of "handsome," becoming something closer to a natural phenomenon or a law of the universe.
His features remained sharply defined, yet seemed