All right, as someone with knowledge of high culture in various worlds, Qin Yu quickly switched to a more suitable term.
But before that, she had already stretched out her hand toward several sticks on the ground, with green tendrils of life sprouting from her palm. A vine of Nine Spiked Millet leaves, like the most beautiful silk ribbon, grew rapidly, reaching the ground and weaving around, tightening and pulling over the pillar. And just like that, in a short while, more than a dozen sticks were bound together on the rooftop, and after tying the final knot,
Qin Yu glanced at everyone and smiled slightly, "To be precise, 'wizard'."
Of course, a wizard.
The crowd was flabbergasted, with the tall woman staring blankly at Qin Yu.
Qin Yu: "Although I pretended to be a wizard for a bit, to gain their trust and make it easier to blend into this world, I had to play the part. It's not very elegant, but at least it's effective."
In a sense, she wasn't really a sham.
