What Jiang Han was undergoing was willpower training, something even more complicated and troublesome than Ovie's training.
Her instructor was Priscilla, the dangerous Ghost Witch with a gentle smile.
The venue was a vast park. Even within this training ground, they could hear Ovie fighting some unknown top-tier witch.
"They're very enthusiastic."
Priscilla's words drew Jiang Han's attention back to her.
She smiled. "ITWF rules are practically shackles for a witch like Olivia. It's practically tying both her hands behind her back before fighting her. And the one-life rule drastically lowers her odds of winning as well. So, given the chance to beat her up, I don't think any witch would refuse. Look, even Kraken and Anjie, those two homebodies, came out of their houses and enthusiastically said they wanted to help."
The big cat being disliked by witches was another reason.
Jiang Han's gaze settled on Priscilla's long coat.
Today, Priscilla wore a dashing long coat and trousers, along with a black knitted scarf and a comfortable wide-brimmed soft hat. She looked like one of those elite women in novels who served as a CEO or manager at a major company, dressed for going out with someone on the weekend in autumn—in novels. In reality, there were no elite professional women who were this beautiful, had this much spare time, held important positions, and could come out to play with a pretty girl like Jiang Han.
Jiang Han secretly praised herself, then let out a soft little giggle.
"Are you looking at my clothes?" Priscilla raised a hand, glanced herself over, and chuckled. "It's pointless. We're doing immunity training today; there's no need to fight."
Her smile faded, though her expression remained very relaxed. With the demeanor of a teacher imparting knowledge, she asked, "Then shall we begin?"
"Mhm."