The Witch walked towards the three guests.
Her long hair seemed to be held up by an invisible hand, naturally rising behind her to form a slanted ponytail that hung beside her right ear, revealing her slender and fair neck.
With just a simple spell, she had transformed her aura from that of a cult leader to that of the girl-next-door, which was sigh-worthy.
"Ho, and there's someone familiar!" Korma went behind the bar and poured herself a glass of iced water, watching Zheng Qing with interest, and said with a smile, "So, you've decided to chase after me, huh... Although you're not 'Lei Zhe' right now, as a member of the Great Arcana's world, you meet my standards."
In the hall, men and women who had been standing together in groups all turned their heads, craning their necks to look at Zheng Qing.
The young scholarship student's lips trembled, feeling as if his head were going to explode.
