"Just because I'm injured, you claim I'm not the Elder Witch? Your suspicion is a bit of a stretch. Couldn't it be that I was simply careless?" the Fake Witch Elder said, still unwilling to give up. From within his black robes, his eyes were gauging Song Yinan's strength.
"What else can I say? You've completely failed to capture the Elder Witch's essence. The real Elder Witch has an air of composure that you could never imitate. Even if he had been careless and was stabbed by my Junior Brother, he wouldn't have stared at his own palm, lost in a daze for that split second. And he certainly wouldn't be spouting a stream of assertive nonsense at me like you are now!"
Song Yinan smirked contemptuously, then took a step forward and charged him. "And there's one more crucial point. In the two days I was gone, I asked a friend to investigate the Elder Witch's whereabouts. He isn't even in the Capital City right now!"
