On the television screen, Jiang Han saw Miss Alesha Wellington, whom she had not seen for some time.
"Thank heavens, Blind Treasure looks really gorgeous."
Jiang Han remarked.
Even the most discerning witches would find it hard not to acknowledge that Alesha was one of the more beautiful witches. Her slightly youthful face, paired with those deep azure eyes that seemed profound and weathered due to her poor eyesight, was utterly captivating.
She was not the sort considered "a perfect hundred, flawless in every way." Rather, she sat precisely at a score like ninety-three or ninety-four—leaving people wanting to improve her further, yet with no nonprofessional knowing how.
Her eyebrows were slightly too long, giving them a faintly moth-like quality.
Silver hair draped over her shoulders, and her bearing was elegant and proper. Compared to her usual gentle compliance and courteous humility, she now carried an additional hint of killing chill.
"Blind Treasure is indeed beautiful and well-mannered. Though she belongs to the younger generation of witches, she has the style of the old school."
Anjie clearly knew more of the inside story. As the Final Witch, if she wanted gossip, there was hardly any information she could not get her hands on.
She shared it with her sisters and the viewers:
"The most impressive thing South City Mandrake Club has done lately is spend every last penny to put together a set of legendary equipment for Blind Treasure. They even got a Philosopher's Stone from me to make her staff."
After Jiang Han had recently trimmed her hair, which had grown past her waist, Anjie had new Philosopher's Stones to sell.
Jiang Han stroked her long hair and flicked her cat tail.
"I rendered a great service."
"You rendered all the services," Xuan Bao said, swishing her tail as