"Cough, cough, cough cough cough!"
The violent yet rhythmic coughing made Jiang Han realize she could no longer keep ignoring the True Dragon Witch wrapped in dragon wings. She raised her head to look at the witches and witchesses loading cargo outside, as well as the hardworking Giant Cats, then sighed again. She put away her Hanzi's Observations of the Human World notebook and let the feather pen fly automatically into the slot beneath its spine.
"True Dragon sister, not only did you force your way onto our vehicle and take up Miss Lilith's fox nest, you've also been coughing nonstop. May I ask what your purpose is?"
Miss Li Ai wore an off-the-shoulder black gauze dress somewhat similar to Jiang Han's. Her long left leg was stretched out, her right foot planted on the wooden boards, and her right arm rested against her knee.
Those enormous dragon wings draped around her like a cloak, possessing the texture of some luxurious satin that made one want to reach out and touch them.
Of course, that was not the point. The point was that she was a witch who had appeared somewhere she should not have been.
"My purpose? I did indeed have another purpose in approaching you, sitting here, and inviting that puffed-up Fox Witch over to the Cat Spider beside us."
Those unsettling eyes, colored like melted gold, flickered with an emotion that did not seem remotely benevolent.
But she was very straightforward.
Jiang Han found it difficult to summon any urge to oppose such straightforward witches. She smiled, polite yet barbed beneath the softness, and retorted:
"It's hard to imagine a witch like you being so direct. I thought you were driven by amusement and pleasure. I didn't expect it to truly be a 'purpose.'"
"We are born