More bustling than South City's witch market, the market held at Snow Phoebe Lake had high-level spell manuals rarely seen in ordinary times, books recording personal experiences, and ancient books from other worlds acquired through adventure—with dictionaries included.
These precious little treasures quickly dazzled Jiang Han's eyes, making the young-looking witch glance around in every direction.
One moment, she let out a little witch's "Wow!"; the next, she covered her mouth and imitated a lady's mannerisms while secretly edging closer to strange objects; or, when vendors began their sales pitches, she would put on an air of maturity and trade pleasantries.
Very witch-like, yet very unlike a grown witch—very much a little witch.
The witches who came into contact with her began to wonder whether she had lied about her age.
Keeping her wildly surging urge to shop under control, Jiang Han strolled calmly through the streets. With the not-too-large amount of cash she had, she bought the items her family had asked her to bring back and stuffed them into her spatial pocket. The drawback of the Snow Phoebe Lake market was that it could not deliver goods to one's door. After all, it was a temporary market and lacked any foundation of trust.
Materials Zhen Ling wanted, materials Cuoyu wanted, um... and Comrade Xuan's bamboo-leaf liquor... In the end, Jiang Han still bought liquor for her petite mother. She could not bear to let her look at her so pitifully.
In the market, beside a stall selling specialty Vietnamese bamboo-leaf liquor, a Griffin Carriage converted into a shop was parked. Witches dressed in Hanfu held distinctive handbells as they drew in customers.
They wore black-and-red ruqun dresses. Their hair, unusually, had been arranged into buns and secured with hairpins inlaid with rune bands, while wands hung at their