The witches' banquet was extravagantly luxurious. Many of the dishes were made from unique ingredients produced across countless planets, otherworlds, and dimensions—things Jiang Han had never even seen before. As she walked past the long tables laden with food, she quietly glanced at Lin Zhaojun.
"If you want to eat, then eat. We don't have any rule saying that food put out on display isn't allowed to be eaten," Lin Zhaojun said.
Suddenly, the witch lifted her head and looked into the distance. She instructed Jiang Han:
"I have something to deal with. Stay around here and have something to eat. I'll be back soon."
When Jiang Han nodded, Lin Zhaojun rose onto her toes, pressed down Jiang Han's soft hat, and smiled.
"Good child."
Don't ask why... Jiang Han remembered Qin Shunying's advice. She obediently said nothing as she watched Lin Zhaojun's retreating back. The Archwitch was walking swiftly, as though she truly were in a hurry, while several other witches headed in the same direction she had vanished.
Just then, another acquaintance passed by. She was a witch in a snow-white evening gown, wearing a classical bonnet, with violet eyes that were beautiful yet stern. Miss Xu Wenji—the Archwitch who had led three Archwitches in hunting a sea dragon.
As she passed Jiang Han, she suddenly stopped and turned to look at her.
Her stern expression vanished, replaced by a very slight smile. With her left foot as the pivot, she turned gracefully, leaning forward in a small bow. Her hands separated before her skirt to lift its sides slightly; she placed her right foot behind her left, bent her knees faintly, then tilted her head quickly to the right and gave a slight nod.
Then, releasing her skirt with the same effortless flair, she pivoted on her