Du Lingxuan had always been a very confident sort—or rather, she had always been a carefree, reckless witch who dared to dream up and do great things.
But Jiang Han had never imagined she would come up with something this outrageous.
"Have me defeat Lilith?"
Jiang Han pointed at herself, a soft, pink, meowing witch.
A strange expression crept onto her face.
She licked her lipstick and tilted her head, asking tentatively:
"How do I win?"
Five days of hellish training had improved her tremendously, but not enough for her to feel certain she could defeat such a powerful top-tier witch.
Du Lingxuan hopped down from the cabinet, ran over to her side, squeezed her cat ears, then squeezed her arm.
She looked like she was taking liberties.
After a while, Du Lingxuan finally put her hands on her hips and said:
"You're improving at lightning speed, sister. You've gone from an ordinary witch who was only fit to take hits and pray for luck to someone who can trade a few moves with top-tier witches. That's why I've got the confidence to tailor a strategy for you. Your strength, plus my schemes—who knows, we might just drag Dragon Ragdoll down from her perch!"
It had to be said: after Xuan Bao finished, Jiang Han did feel more confident.
That was right!
They had not even fought yet! What was there to fear before they fought?
Jiang Han puffed out her chest and took a deep breath.
"Go on?"
"Heh!"
Du Lingxuan sat across from her and helped mix the tea tobacco Jiang Han used as a consumable.
A crafty look surfaced on her face.
After a moment, she coaxed her along like a fox:
"Lilith is a witch whose life has gone far too smoothly. Put simply, her life