The witch ultimately did not take out her spellbook.
She stood at the doorway, light pouring out from behind her and casting a long, dense shadow across the threshold, slanting straight toward the old wizard seated at one side of the room.
The old wizard uneasily tugged at his beard.
The meeting room fell silent.
Apart from the ticking of the mantel clock, there was not another sound.
After a brief pause, the witch finally lifted her foot and walked into the meeting room.
Tap, tap, tap.
Her long dress trailed across the floor like a surging tide, while the crisp clicks of her heels sounded like war drums before battle began.
Without a single unnecessary word or gesture, this simple act of entering brought immense pressure upon everyone inside. At the same time, the overwhelming aura unique to an Archwizard swept toward them with that tide and drumbeat, leaving the young assistants behind the Inquiry Committee Members almost unable to breathe.
Fortunately, the committee members conducting the inquiry were Archwizards as well. They merely sat there, yet stood as deep pools and towering mountains, like majestic cliffs before crashing waves, blocking the Senior Councilor of the Under the Moon Council's further oppressive aura.
Tick, tick, tick.
On the meeting table, the second hand within the mantel clock's dial skipped over one mark after another without pause. Its steadiness and persistence slowly dispelled the silently colliding Qi Mechanisms in the room.
Su Shijun raised her chin slightly, exposing her fair, slender neck as she proudly withdrew her pressure.
The Round-faced Witch seated behind the meeting table watched the graceful figure enter the room and felt the entire chamber brighten in an instant. She could not help narrowing her eyes slightly.
In the end, the old wizard named James, seated to