Rain Dew Sky Island, Mandrake Street, a certain potion ingredient shop.
Cen Jing looked out the window at the splendid scenery—maple trees bearing gemstones one after another—and a surge of ambition rose in her heart:
One day, I'll buy a house here too.
Today, she wore a distinctive red dress and a wide-brimmed hat as she followed a stitched-together clerk into the shop's reception room.
There were three bookshelves in the reception room, displaying miniature models of merchandise encased in crystal spheres.
Beside the bookshelves stood two single sofas, one of which was already occupied. Its occupant was a witch with jet-black, lively chin-length hair and snow-white skin. Her large, feline eyes, emerald pupils, and bloodless lips brought to mind a witch who had only just lost her life.
A lich witch.
Her name was Mu Yongqi. She was an old acquaintance and old friend of Cen Jing's—and also her investor.
Miss Cen Jing smiled and greeted the lich witch:
"Long time no see."
The lich witch seemed to start awake. She sniffed, her lips trembled slightly, and she frowned.
"Cen Jing?"
She frowned in thought for a while before pointing to the sofa beside her and saying to Cen Jing, who stood quietly where she was:
"Sit."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the snow-pale Mu Yongqi lightly tapped the armrest with her fingers. She revealed a pitiable smile and spoke in a voice as faint as breathing:
"A friend not seen for a long time is either a crow or a gray bird."
A witch proverb:
When a friend not seen for a long time suddenly came calling, they generally either had a favor to ask or brought bad news.
In witch sociology, this phenomenon was also recorded as "fear of contact from friends."
Cen Jing kept smiling, took