The walkway, fragrant with earth and flowers, warmly called to mind the pastoral estates of England's upper class—pastoral only in appearance, with nothing at all to do with the filthy, stinking countryside. On one side of the path rolled a broad river, linking the various scenic blocks and little islands within the Night Watcher Camp.
Looking up, one could see magnificent scenery, though it was veiled by a thin layer of mist. This mist, saturated with the Final Witch's magic, barred the eyes of the outside world.
Jiang Han walked along the path with a Sovereign Scepter replica of the Staff of Time in hand—awkward to say, perhaps, but once the Final Witch gave the order, several master magical-item craftsmen immediately rushed over. At astonishing speed, they dismantled the Staff of Time replica into tiny parts and fittings, added several other components, and successfully made it look identical to the Sovereign Scepter.
The Sovereign Scepter was far straighter in appearance than the Staff of Time. Its shaft was golden, its inscriptions elegant and intricate; blue and red ribbons bearing Angelite's family crest adorned it, while the falcon-shaped head made of red and blue crystals symbolized Angelite's authority stretching across the entire sky.
Naturally, the Sovereign Scepter in Angelite's hand was even more luxurious. Both its tip and head had been modified, whereas the one in Jiang Han's hand was closer to the original first version.
Not bad. It really was prettier and more imposing than Kraken's staff... Jiang Han consoled herself. Holding the staff around its middle, she leisurely admired the beautiful sights scattered through the morning mist and listened to the pleasant rush of the river beside her.
At the same time, she discreetly turned her head and saw Angelite, dressed in casual clothes, gazing out at the scenery