Closing the shop door, Chen Xuan followed Marina into the long street, traversing through the gray, haze-covered city. The place seemed teeming with buildings, of grand scale, yet the pedestrians were few and far between. Even if a rare passerby happened to appear, upon seeing Marina's black robes, they would reveal terrified expressions and hurriedly bow their heads in avoidance.
Clearly, this place did not seem to be on France's territory.
"Where is this?" Chen Xuan asked.
"London," Marina replied, "Now, the entire upper echelon of the Witch Gathering Hall is searching for your whereabouts, I didn't expect to encounter you here."
That's because you're a customer of the shop, while other witches are not.
