"I... I don't want to." Bubble resisted sorrowfully, retreating backwards.
50 meters away, Xu Cheng and Laila were helping Madam Medusa wash the dishes, while Helena was conversing with a frog.
Farosa pressed forward step by step, her body like another world, towering over, blocking Bubble's path.
She reached out her hand, placing it on Bubble's chest, as if an ice spike pinned Bubble down, sending a chill through her entire body.
"Even among all the witches, you belong to the most dazzling kind." Farosa stared into Bubble's eyes, seeing the birth and death of countless worlds within them. Compared to Bubble's immense power, Farosa's magic was like dust. "Unfortunately, we don't have time to wait for you to grow up."
"I..." Bubble opened her mouth, feeling dizzy and lightheaded.
