The wizard hidden in the rock crevice seemed to be too afraid to readily promise the old witch that he could make a hundred men fall in true love with her.
Ten minutes later, a husky voice sounded from beneath the rock crevice. "You are being too greedy."
"Let me tell you, one is enough."
"You can't handle more than one."
"I have a potion, where you need to put in a measure of goldfish grass, and then..."
The old witch walked to the deep crevice of the stone pile. From under her robe, a vine-like plant with a snake-like head emerged, the tail of which was still clutched in the old witch's hand.
That snake-headed vine actually stuck out its tongue, which turned out to be a flower bud, only bifurcated at the tip.
The snakehead vine quietly slithered along the crevice of the stone pile and into it.
The old witch and Ivita, having discerned his power range, naturally weren't afraid of him.
