Jiang Han knew most of the witches who had come for the pre-match ceremony. Though most of them had only met her once, every witch remembered her vividly.
In witches' upper-class social circles, there were only so many people who could attend, and only so many who could be brought along as decorative vases. Interestingly, most of those vases would later become witches of the same rank.
It was perfectly normal for that to develop into romantic relationships.
Naturally, witches championed free love. But if people met often within the same circle and stood at the same level, they had the advantage of making the first move.
Having the potential to become an Archwitch was the ticket into such social circles. To reach a higher tier, one needed an introduction.
Watching one top-tier witch after another enter and leave, Jiang Han quietly let out a breath, walked onto the viewing platform, casually picked up a cocktail from the bar, and admired the magnificent waterfall and the rivers flowing across Sky Island.
This VIP viewing platform had been cleverly designed. Not only did it offer a clear view of the entire arena, but it also overlooked the fairyland-like Snow Phoebe Lake below. The scenery was truly first-rate.
Taking a breath, she felt even her breathing grow lighter, while the warmth in her chest seemed to cool a little.
"You're here." A flat voice sounded beside her. Jiang Han turned her head and saw Angelite, dressed in military attire.
The Final Witch's armament was so lavish it was almost blinding. Witches never cared about "fairness" in battle. At most, certain spells and tactics that would make a match unpleasant to watch were forbidden; personal equipment had never been restricted. This was also the beginning of the age of money.
Jiang Han handed