At seven in the evening, in District D of All-Things Trade Street.
Jiang Han, carrying a book bag, strode ahead with her head held high, while Miss Liang Cuoyu, whom she had only just met, followed behind. What drew attention was that the two were nearly the same height, prompting quite a few witches to cast curious looks their way.
District A was something like a leisure area, while District C was the entrance to the pet shop street Jiang Han had first visited. District D, meanwhile, was the witches' office-building district, crowded with agencies, detective firms, and consulting centers—and some of Jiang Han's friends were there as well.
The passage to District D was a long escalator. Since All-Things Trade Street was a Sky Island connection hub, many areas had to be linked by aerial escalators. Traveling from the lower District A to the higher District D, the escalator looked like a staircase leading to heaven.
Since most witches possessed their own flying techniques, this escalator was built in a terrifying fashion. Clouds formed the handrails on either side, and the moment one placed their hands on them, they felt an empty, icy chill.
It left "landfolk," who perhaps had never gone up into the sky in their entire lives, pale-faced and stiff-bodied.
Glancing at the newly minted witch beside her, whose face had gone deathly pale and whose body was drawn taut, Jiang Han thought for a moment and said:
"We can take a Griffin Taxi up, if you want."
The little witch's body was tense, her expression taut, her eyes fixed on the frightening escalator that seemed to lead to heaven. Even her calves were trembling. Biting her lip, she gave Jiang Han a worried, hesitant look and replied:
"No, no need."
Her gaze did not leave