"Guan Xiyue, Guan Xiyue, Guan Xiyue..."
The entire venue was roaring with the name of Guan Xiyue, giving her a headache, because she didn't want to be The Sacred Witch at all.
Guan Xiyue gripped her hands tightly and said to Chen Yang beside her, "I'm so nervous, what if I became The Sacred Witch?"
"What else can you do but..."
"But what?"
"Run away."
"Uh! How can I do that, if I become The Sacred Witch, I'm their spiritual totem, how can I run? Sigh, this is really troublesome."
"Then you can only pray that the Witch Stones have no sensory reaction to you."
Chen Yang shrugged helplessly, turning his gaze to the recently emerged King of Miao.
In his hand, the King of Miao carried a palm-sized bamboo pouch, no one knew what it contained, and he handled it with such care as if he were carrying a sacred object.
