"Hmm, well this is how I look; are you satisfied now? Even if you're not, there's nothing I can do. After all, you're still young. An underage witch shouldn't stare for too long."
Dorothy said this to Butterfly Ying, who had already forgotten her anger.
Her beauty was too stimulating for a little witch whose worldview is not yet stable; looking too much might indeed ruin a lifetime.
Ah, this damn, elusive charm of mine.
The crowd below took a long time to gradually come to their senses. They felt as if they had just experienced a dream so wonderful they wanted to keep sinking into it, and even now, despite waking up, they still felt quite reluctant, not wanting to awaken at all.
Until a round sun rose behind the homebody witch on the high platform, enveloping the whole place in boundless Buddha light. Amidst the faint sandalwood incense, the bewildered minds of the crowd were cleansed by Buddhist law, and they gradually sobered up.
