"Whoosh~~~"
With a flicker of goose-yellow light, Ye Hanjun's figure stood amidst the roaring sand and wildly dancing wind.
In the astonishing phenomenon, the Sandstorm Witch emerged.
She floated ten meters above the ground, suspended in mid-air.
Her long, straight legs were really as white and translucent as lotus roots.
Looking upward, her white Witch's Skirt was unstained by dust. The edges of her sleeves and neckline, bordered by golden threads, exuded an aura of elegance and nobility.
But these… were just accompanying features!
When Flame Thief, Gu, Hu Dai, and Razzberr saw Huazhu's face clearly, all of them were dumbfounded for a moment.
Although she still had a bit of childish immaturity that she hadn't completely shed.
Those golden pupils, resembling two natural gemstones, sparkled brilliantly, showcasing a dazzling spectacle.
"Is this… a Witch?!"
Gu, riding atop the Big Serpent Vine, was quite taken aback as he stammered out his query.
