Upon hearing the noise, the Witch turned around and saw a group approaching. Her charcoal-grey eyes swept over them, lingering on Tang Xiaohua for a moment with a clear hint of surprise before the light in her eyes was swiftly retracted.
She crossed her hands over her chest and bowed deeply with earnest devotion,
"Mr. President, it's been a long time since we last met."
Wen Nian was taken aback, "You... have seen me before?"
The Witch smiled slightly, "Thirty years ago, your grandfather had invited me to bless you."
Thirty years ago...
Wen Liangyu circled from behind to the front, looking at her in shock, "I've grown so old, yet you remain unchanged from that time..."
She had been old, but she looked exactly as ancient thirty years ago as she did now, without even a hint of change.
As soon as Wen Liangyu said that, everyone was shocked, and the way they looked at the Witch became filled with respect.
Wen Nian invited the Witch to take a seat.
