Chapter 282 Tree

"The young people of today really are..."

The silver-haired old lady, donning a wide-brimmed pointed wizard hat, floated in mid-air, gazing down at the struggling young witches below her. She paused, tapping her dragon-headed cane, 'really are' lingered for a long time, but she never did find the right word.

In the end, she simply sighed, "They really are audacious."

"Weren't you the same when you were young? Back then, you stole the headmaster's keys, sneaked into the Black Prison to find someone, and the chaos you caused wasn't any less than these youngsters," the Yellow Flowered Cat commented from between the Black Cat's ears, with an air of elderliness.

The silver-haired old lady shot the Yellow Flowered Cat a sidelong glance.