After Jiang Han and Du Lingxuan got up, they freshened up a little. Once they had eaten lunch, they headed together to the Rainy Night Club.
The afternoon sunlight was just right, spilling across Xue Nan's island ring. The shade of the trees covered the main road, and beyond the green fields, one could see thick clouds like marshmallows, as though this were a paradise on earth.
Jiang Han had walked over and spotted Lady Eleanor and Lady Agatha out on their midday run.
These two veterans of three dynasties differed enormously in both build and height, yet both wore black built-in athletic bodysuits beneath white tennis shorts and tennis vests, with sun hats on their heads. They looked surprisingly harmonious together.
"Yo-ho! Good afternoon, ho!"
Agatha slowed to a stop, wiped away her sweat, and greeted them cheerfully.
The muscle lines beneath her black bodysuit were exquisitely beautiful, yet brimming with explosive force. Jiang Han was reminded of the streamlined muscles of bobcats, lions, cheetahs, and other creatures. Judging from appearances alone, no one would ever guess that Agatha's combat style leaned toward the traditional mage disciplines of evocation, illusion, and conjuration.
Witches of this type were the traditional jack-of-all-trades, all-purpose witches. The devastating spell they cast might be real, or it might be fake; it might even be a teleportation spell... Since Teacher Yu often had his legs broken by witches like these, he had once stubbornly talked tough on the channel:
'Witches of the evocation, illusion, and conjuration schools are all about finesse. If I had to compare it to our country's martial arts, it'd be Wing Chun—soft, cottony boxing!'
Of course, after that, Teacher Yu was thoroughly beaten up by a monk witch proficient in Wing Chun. But that was another story.
Jiang Han smiled