At an ordinary park in South City.
"Come to think of it, isn't the Spring League about to start? Munch, munch~"
Qi Fei chewed on the long strip of jerky in her hand like it was sugarcane.
Qi Fei had swiped it from her shop when she'd passed by a moment ago.
Like the hot pot soup base, it was another product the shop had developed.
It was made from the well-trained pectoral muscles of a wind-element Legendary Dragon Species, sliced, marinated, and roasted.
The meat was so firm it could easily crack the skulls of non-Legendary Creatures.
Even for a tough race like witches, whose little ones started eating meat at three months old, it was still a challenge.
It was an excellent snack that offered both flavor and fun.
The feedback from taste testers suggested it was perfect for breaking into the high-end snack market.
Of course, Legendary Dragon Meat could only be high-end.
For everyone here, it was also a great way to get some exercise after a meal.
Qi Fei was the exception, though.
With her current bite strength, she could chew through even Angelite's Mage Armor—and probably Ultimate Witch herself along with it.
That level of toughness made no difference to her.
"Yeah, they've already started reviewing the clubs' qualifications."
Alice was chewing on her own sugarcane—no, jerky.
It didn't exactly suit the way she looked right now.
—In her quiet state, Alice looked every inch the Euro-Continent noble witch, the sort who arranged eight hundred plates for a meal and needed someone to hold a parasol for her whenever she went out.
But Alice didn't care.
If Qi Fei gave it to her, she ate it.
And while her physical abilities weren't quite on Qi Fei's level, Dragon Witches had always ranked among the