After the three exceptionally talented witches had dealt Du Pinyuan's confidence a crushing blow, Ms. Lu Jieshan took just over twenty minutes to master the talent herself. This made Ms. Pinyuan realize even more clearly how terrifying witches with high-tier talents were. Of course, what little comfort she could take was that Lu Jieshan had only learned six or seven tricks in one go.
That was nothing like Jiang Han, who had mastered it as soon as she tried it, to the point where she could use it with any trick.
Still, the gap between their talents was enough to be demoralizing.
It was like trying to memorize the Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng in elementary school. You were still wondering how to pronounce the character "Teng" when the classmate beside you had already finished memorizing it and stood up to recite it to the teacher.
That was probably how it felt.
Jiang Han glanced at her. She didn't seem quite devastated.
"..."
By the light of the sunrise, the witches arrived at the tourist attraction—or, no, the competition venue!—exhausted.
It was a peculiar area with two overlapping Sky Islands, one higher than the other. A suspension bridge connected the competition island to the lower island, and once they reached the lower island, a winding mountain road led up to the higher one.
The lower island had a beautiful lakeside, with a vast lake whose waters were as blue as the sea. Beneath the surface grew colorful, glowing aquatic plants. The upper island also had a lake, and a huge waterfall sent a torrent of glowing, multicolored plankton crashing into the lake below. The resulting waves and spray were spectacular.
The lower lake was surrounded by fluorescent maple trees. Though their colors were muted in the faint light