Besides her research into Witch sickness, Jiang Xuan's entire diary was filled with all manner of observations from other worlds.
To Jiang Han, they were all precious experience.
Though Jiang Han could match over a hundred Jiang Xuans in magical power, experience was indeed difficult to make up for with raw magic alone.
Jiang Han did not continue watching television with Jiang Xuan. Holding the notebook, she headed upstairs.
"Are you going out?" Jiang Xuan asked, glancing at the television while continuing to suck on her bottle of cola.
Jiang Han turned her head and considered it for a moment before saying:
"Chen Ligu asked me to visit the agency. She said there was a new quick commission..."
Before she could finish, Jiang Xuan suddenly brightened.
"Chen Ligu? Hah, that child really is wonderful. She's clearly so young, yet she's already so sensible..."
As she spoke, she shot Jiang Han a glance.
"...Hah, there's no need to praise someone else like that right in front of me." Jiang Han sighed and puffed out her cheeks. "I'm going to change."
Jiang Xuan smiled and waved her hand.
"Don't be upset. Ah, right—when will Miss Chen Ligu come of age?"
Jiang Han did not answer, because she did not know either.
Thump-thump-thump, she ran back up to the second floor, quickly took a shower, and once again regretfully glanced at the hot spring blanket at home. Ever since bringing it back, she had only used it twice!
Wrapped in a bath towel, she returned to her room.
—The last time she had brought her clothes into the bathroom was because there had been other Witches using it, and she had been embarrassed. Otherwise, most Witches would wrap themselves in bath towels after bathing, then skip and hop back to their rooms or