Zhilan looked toward the direction Feng Ling had gone, her expression complicated. "We'll wait a little," she murmured quietly. "Her Majesty isn't someone who acts carelessly… But if she doesn't return soon, we'll have no choice but to report it."
Her tone was calm, but beneath it lingered a trace of pity. Zhilan knew how much Feng Ling had endured, and she understood the ache of homesickness all too well. She herself was born a witch and hadn't set foot in the Witch Realm for years.
Even she couldn't help but feel a twinge of homesickness. Deep down, she wanted to use this opportunity to take a look around the Witch Palace as well. And if luck was on her side, she might even find a few rare potions or ancient spell manuals to aid her cultivation.
