Several magical torches modeled after ancient Xialai immortal fire hung along the edge of the hall. Compared with its silvery-white light, theirs had a yellowish cast that made everyone in the room look jaundiced.
Apparently, that was due to the influence of the Small World.
A translucent Tower Spirit floated down from overhead, carrying a tray of fresh fruit and tea for the newly arrived witch. Hermione picked up a cup and took a small sip. The hot tea immediately chased away much of her fatigue.
Zhu Si sat at the far end of a long table nearby.
She had changed little in the past ten years, still shifting between her Little Witch and adult witch forms. Today, it was the Little Witch sitting in the meeting room.
The witches' uneven changes in appearance were partly due to differences in the weight of each wizard's Origin. A heavier Origin required more time to build up, so its owner changed less; a lighter one meant more visible change.
The other reason was that the Small World's conditions did little to nourish them. Its crude laws made it hard for anything born here to meet the needs of wizards from the Main World. Just as unregistered wizards could fill their stomachs with ordinary people's food, while registered wizards—and even more so Grand Wizards—needed food with greater energy density and more Magic Power, ten years in the Small World did not offer the same quality of growth as ten years in the Main World. That was why their changes varied so much.
In short, Zhu Si had changed the least of the witches on the hunting team.
The black robe hung as loosely on her as it had ten years ago. She had rolled up the sleeves several times, exposing her pale forearms,