Jiang Yu stood on the Performance Stage.
Lishan Mountain and the shores of Crescent Lake were silent.
Countless gazes turned toward her from the mountain and the lakeside.
The young wizards by the lake had simple thoughts. They regarded this new hunter exactly as they had the others before her, with nothing more than a desire to observe, compare, and learn.
The gazes from Lishan Mountain, however, carried a little more curiosity and complexity.
Charles O'Brien, Alpha Academy's vice principal, opened his eyes, curious about just how outstanding the young witch onstage was and why his own family had no such promising talent. The Wizarding Alliance's spokesperson and Danhaag's Grand Judges also stopped arguing, studying the witch who had stolen a man from Su Shijun. The fox maidens of the Tushan Clan had even reached a temporary reconciliation with the foxes of Qingqiu, glaring with shared hatred at the red figure in the arena—this concerned their race's reputation.
The entire Alliance recognized Su Shijun as the number one beauty in the Wizarding World. Whether in appearance, background, intelligence, strength, or influence, she was flawless.
That such a beauty had borne a child with an utterly ordinary, unremarkable male wizard had already caused a public uproar. And now, that legendary lucky fellow had actually come to the Shanglin Garden Spring Hunt holding another witch's hand, making countless jaws drop.
This had gone far beyond anything a love potion could achieve. The elders of the Barassel family seated on Lishan Mountain could say that with absolute certainty—no one understood potions better than the Barassels.
Thus, the guests on Lishan Mountain looked at the witch with rather complicated expressions.
A bamboo slip descended from the void and landed in Jiang Yu's hand.
The witch brushed it with her hand, and a line of