The black-robed figure seemed to sense Ah Chen's gaze, lifted their head and nodded lightly, then continued sitting there, seemingly lost in thought, not playing on their phone, just unusually quiet.
"Damn, is that black-robed figure a Western witch?"
"Brown hair and eyes, though mostly hidden by the dark robe, I still saw it clearly."
"And that snake-shaped staff in her hand, just staring at it feels terrifying."
"That black-robed witch must have some tricks."
"She looks gloomy and cold, but she just nodded at Feng Chen, so she's not as scary."
"Did you see? Her nails are long and red, would she scratch five holes in my head?"
"Well, could it be that she just got a manicure? Seems like there are diamonds on those red nails?"
"Pfft!"
"The Wen Family certainly went big, inviting talented people from the West. I noticed quite a few Westerners here earlier."
"I also saw some tarot readers! They're already playing at the table."
