The Bingxue Witch and Miss Hyperion sat on the couch in the middle of the hall.
The dinner had been set up on the coffee table in front of them. The food was not abundant, but it was very exquisite. Most of it was made from soft and sticky pastries made from a mix of wheat flour, a special produce of the city of Gedalia, and dew. When lightly pressed, they would emit a faint floral fragrance. The snow-white exterior was sprinkled with fruit-brewed crushed ice, looking like a sparkling snowflake, each one shimmering with enticing brilliance.
Not long after, the teacher and student finished their meal together.
"Go and rest, there are more lessons waiting for you tomorrow."
The Bingxue Witch told Miss Hyperion with a smile.
"Okay, teacher. You should rest early too."
Miss Hyperion also bade farewell to the Bingxue Witch, got up, bowed to her again, and headed towards the exit of the hall.