Shopping

After eating and drinking her fill, Jiang Han bade Histeria farewell and headed alone to the lounge outside the training grounds, where she found an utterly exhausted Chen Ligu.

The underage witch wore a typical open-front robe over a satin pleated dress, while the broad brim of her large witch's hat bore runes painted in gold thread. This expensive outfit was not only lovely for everyday wear—it was even more formidable when caught in a sudden encounter.

She lay sprawled on the sofa like a salted fish that had lost all its dreams.

Jiang Han glanced at her, then glanced at herself. With her immense magic power working in tandem with her force-field abilities, her apparent weight was now only around 10 kilograms. She was so light that a casual hop could leave her hanging in the air for ages. If she dismissed the spell, however, the golden cloak she wore, which was a little heavier than a Mouse tank, could instantly crush any opponent below legendary rank... So long as it landed on them, even a Red Dragon famed for its strength would be killed outright!

She skipped over and pounced onto the sofa.

"Ah!" Chen Ligu screamed, rolling swiftly aside and dodging to the other end of the sofa.

Thump!

Jiang Han landed lightly on the sofa, wearing an eminently punchable grin as she raised her chin high and tried to look down at Chen Ligu from above.

After catching her breath, Miss Chen Ligu irritably stretched out a hand and, with practiced motions, scratched beneath Jiang Han's chin and around her throat as she complained, "You scared me to death! What if your magic failed and all that equipment came crashing down on me?"

Nice! Her cat-petting technique was excellent! Jiang Han tipped her head back and