The Demon Lords, their subordinates, even her maidservants—Zhilan, Ziyan, and Yuyao—were all watching her strangely. Their gazes carried something she couldn't quite place—fear, curiosity, perhaps even disbelief.
Though uneasy, Feng Ling chose to ignore it. Her injuries hadn't yet healed, and she had more pressing matters on her mind. According to Zhilan, if they traveled by carriage instead of using the portal, it would take at least two weeks or a month to reach the Witch Realm.
Even so, she longed to go back. No matter how much had changed, or who now sat upon the throne of the small kingdom her family had ruled before their deaths, the Witch Realm was still her home.
The journey passed swiftly, and within two weeks, their carriage was approaching the towering gates of the Witch Realm's main palace — the Baiyan Kingdom, seat of the Witch Queen who ruled over all witches.
