"Back?"
When Jiang Han walked into the cat nest and saw a pair of knee-high boots beside Sophia's thick mid-calf boots, she knew someone had returned.
The moment she called out, a response came.
"I'm here, sister."
Priscilla emerged wearing a moon-white nightgown, a rare sight among the Ghost Witches.
Her hair was tied in a striking side ponytail, and she wore old-fashioned cold-weather underwear that looked more like autumn long johns.
She came out yawning.
"Sophia's using Alchemy Room Number Two."
Priscilla yawned again. "She said she wanted to make us some anti-corruption potions, to clear away the lingering poison from spells."
"She really is kind."
"...But the price is that you give her one of your rare Lin Zhaojun records."
"..."
Jiang Han licked her lips and could not help saying, "Then she really is practical."
"Isn't she?"
"But sister, the payment I gave her covered the shares for 'both' of us, right? You have to pay me a share too."
"..."
Now Priscilla was the one who froze, even her smile fading slightly.
"Just kidding."
Seeing her look as though she faced a formidable enemy, Jiang Han smiled and said in a playful tone, "Priscilla is so cute. How could I possibly charge you? I'm not Sophia."
As she spoke, she broke into laughter.
Priscilla paused, then resumed her customary smile.
"Mhm. You're not that kind of person."
Her words were brief, full of trust and gentleness.
"...You're making me a little embarrassed." Jiang Han covered her mouth and laughed again.
"I don't believe that," Priscilla said.
"You'd better believe it."
Jiang Han swept up her black hair, revealing ears that had turned a little red. In a reproachful tone, she said, "Look, they're burning hot! I really don't know why you'd think I wasn't telling the