Each Has Their Own Skills

"Time to go look at dresses, girls."

Lin Zhaojun raised a hand for the witch clerk to bring over the bill, then picked up the milk tea she had just bought.

Jiang Han wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin and polished off the last spoonful of cheesecake.

The witch clerk gazed at Lin Zhaojun with admiration. It seemed this witch still wasn't used to running into famous witches on the street. Thanks to the development of Gaia Space and the treasures extracted from it, many moderately famous—and even highly famous—witches had appeared in South City, buying homes on the livable Sky Islands near Snow Phoebe Lake. Those with enough money simply bought entire Sky Islands outright.

Famous witches didn't stay home all the time. They came out to spend money, to shop, and even to order food.

Still, it was no big deal if only one or two people got excited, so Lin Zhaojun casually gave out an autograph.

Only after she had paid did Jiang Han say with a smile:

"No wonder there are six billion Lin fans worldwide. The reputation truly doesn't lie."

"It really is touching. So very touching," Histeria said in an adorably sarcastic tone.

A Lin gave each of them a red-bean dorayaki, plugging the mouths of master and disciple alike.

Munch munch... It really tasted authentic. Food in the witch world was always delicious, as long as you didn't investigate where it came from... Jiang Han recalled a certain fast-ripened red bean, a mutated red-bean plant catalyzed with Witch Blood.

It looked roughly like a pig covered in eyeballs, or one of those ultra-grotesque dragons.

But the red beans were all plump and full! Delicious! Nutritious!

The only issue was that landfolk tended to have their heads burst into flowers after