In the room, Zhao Cheng looked at the raggedly dressed witch who had suddenly appeared before him and couldn't help wondering: was the Revelation Society's financial situation really this dire?
But then he remembered that he had only taken over the Revelation Society a little more than ten days ago.
Clearly, this was a problem left over from history.
"Yo! Pretty boy, if you kneel down and lick my shoes right now, I can spare your life."
Ever since this witch had appeared, she had exuded an overwhelmingly queenly aura, spouting brazenly lewd remarks. No matter how one looked at her, she didn't seem like a proper witch.
And in truth, the witches of the Revelation Society all had, more or less, some mental issues.
Witch Yicui Si's particular vice was tormenting pretty boys. If they weren't good-looking enough, she wouldn't even spare them a second glance.
But if they were handsome enough, then things became somewhat unspeakable.
The moment she saw Zhao Cheng, some switch within Yicui Si's body was directly activated.
Indeed, her current mission was merely to abduct Zhao Cheng and take him to headquarters, thereby giving the Revelation Society another bargaining chip. They had obtained top-secret intelligence that the boy before her was closely connected to several witches from the Era Tree; it even involved pillar-level figures within the Era Tree. He was extraordinarily valuable.
But it was precisely that value that made her even more excited. She itched to grind Zhao Cheng beneath her feet and ravage him mercilessly.
And that was exactly what she intended to do—using the mission as a convenient excuse to abuse her authority for personal gain.
Her claim that she would kill Zhao Cheng was naturally just a lie.
Her thoughts were simple: the mission only said to bring him