In this world, the vast majority of witches were unable to naturally replenish their magic power and return themselves to their peak condition.
However, Jiang Han was clearly not the sort who "couldn't recover."
As a witch with immense magic power, her recovery rate was dozens—perhaps even hundreds—of times faster than that of most witches. After resting for a day, she was already glowing with vitality, feeling like a little witch about to lose control and start hurling fireballs everywhere again!
Kang Xuezhen was practically dying of envy at the sight.
"Just how much magic power do you have? I've only seen recovery speeds like this in those mana monsters from the wartime era."
Over a hundred thousand. The recent rate of magic growth had hit its limit... I'll have to wait for my growth period... Jiang Han waved a hand and played dumb.
"Same as my appetite."
As she spoke, she patted her face in the bathroom mirror, her gaze slightly puzzled.
She had gotten a little thinner. There had originally been a bit of baby fat beside her cheeks, but after being injured yesterday, it had vanished.
The energy consumed by a witch's recovery was simply enormous.
Most witches ate a great deal for precisely that reason. Jiang Han was the exception—she was simply greedy.
Seeing her like this, Kang Xuezhen smiled.
"What do you want to eat? I can order takeout."
There were not many witches who could cook. Most relied on spells to make food, and if one truly wanted a good meal, takeout was probably the only option.
Jiang Han thought for a moment and rubbed her stomach.
"I'll follow the host's arrangements."
She looked at Kang Xuezhen with moist, glistening eyes, a devastatingly lethal sight.
Even a big-sister-type witch found it difficult to withstand