Bazak spoke rapidly, "Someone is coming! It’s those few who once visited Kechar as guests!" The woman paused for a moment, then rose unhurriedly from her seat. "I understand, you go and attend to them." "Yes, Sir!" After Bazak had turned around and left, the woman furrowed her brows, looking both anxious and expectant, yet seemingly also afraid of being disappointed. She hesitated for a long while before finally heaving a sigh, "In my last life, I must have truly owed your family." Having said that, the woman adjusted her appearance before calmly walking towards the outside of the room. Dong Huiying and Liang Haoming were sitting on a long bench, with the Hong’s brothers and sisters and the young man whose name was still unknown behind them. When the woman known as "Witch" emerged, Dong Huiying who was originally sitting on the bench suddenly stood up, "May I ask if you are the ’Witch’?" Beneath her cloak, the woman lifted an eyebrow and then slowly removed the hood attached to her cloak. Her purple hair cascaded down; she couldn’t be older than in her thirties, looking more like a young married woman. What was peculiar about her was the touch of red at the corner of her eyes, as if adorned with makeup, and her lips, red as blood. Upon seeing the woman’s appearance, Liang Haoming couldn’t help but instinctively glance at the young wife of his household. His wife, to avoid drawing undue attention, had feared her hair color would cause too much suspicion, so before ever entering the Golden Triangle, she had dyed her hair black with a kind of ink. But he remembered, his wife originally had black hair. However, due to teaching herself Gu Refinement at Qingfeng Mountain, both her pupils and hair had turned a dark, mysterious purple. And his wife’s eyes, like those of the woman before him, held a similar hue. This woman, called "Witch" by the world, had a hair color even more purple than Dong Huiying’s. Hers was a shade of light purple, while Dong Huiying’s was dark purple; she looked like a demoness, filled with an exotic charm and a beauty that could bewitch the hearts of people. A flicker of astonishment crossed Bazak’s eyes as he stood aside. Ever since the woman had saved him, although he called her "Sir," he served her like a little slave, tirelessly and dutifully. But even after such a long time, he had never once seen the woman’s face. Now, as the woman took off her cloak, revealing her shapely figure and an alluring and mesmerizing appearance, slim and elegant in stature, she was as beautiful as a painting. This gave Bazak a moment of silent shock. The woman harbored a smile, lifting her red lips slightly, "Rather than the identity of ’Witch,’ I prefer others to call me by my name—Liu Yi." The assembly exchanged glances, and not just Bazak—Dong Huiying herself felt astonished. The Witch of legends was enigmatic, perceived as an oddity, always secluded in the desert. She had assumed that the "Witch" would be aloof, but fame is not equal to seeing firsthand; upon actually meeting her, she found this person far more approachable than she had imagined. She took a deep breath, "Witch Liu, I have come to seek your help for a method!" She quickly recounted the incident with the Mind-Bewitching Gu and how Zhi Chen, after using poison to extract the Gu and awaking from his coma, had lost his memory. Liu Yi sat down and poured herself a cup of tea. Not only was she as beautiful as a painting, but even her every movement carried a distinct charm about them. She arched her eyebrows, grinning enchantingly. Then, propping her chin with one hand, she casually said, "Those cacti outside, I find them somewhat bothersome, quite blocking the light. If you are idle, how about helping me with something? Move those things to another spot."