Thud, thud, thud.
Thud, thud, thud...
Clang!
A faint glimmer suddenly appeared in the shadows. Chunks of rock fell from the ceiling, revealing a rocky opening, and a huge furry cat paw slowly withdrew from within it.
Patter, patter.
The stones struck the ground with bone-shattering crashes.
From the opening in the ceiling, a huge cat eye peered down, then vanished. At the same time, a flash as ghostly blue as lightning flickered.
"Meow-ow! Cat broke it open!"
Noisy voices followed one after another.
Jiang Han stood before the huge hole the giant cats had dug out and glanced down, instinctively feeling a wave of dizziness.
She had nearly lost face—and lost a cat.
She could not help feeling grateful that witch instincts had stamped out her acrophobia. Witch instincts were powerful and merciless; nearly all phobias were strangled in the cradle by them.
She was no longer afraid of heights, nor would she fear a pit like this.
Staring down into the rocky opening, she asked:
"How deep is it?"
A Storm Giant Cat before her craftily rolled her huge eyes, her tail restlessly slapping against the rock. Only after her whiskers twitched wildly for a while did she offer an answer clearly meant to gloss things over:
"Cat estimates, cat estimates it's only thirty or forty meters deep!"
Thud!
A large Storm Giant Cat named Mao'er viciously smacked her stomach, knocking the other Storm Giant Cat into a bright hue.
"Bad cat! Lying in front of Cat—in front of Lord Jiang! Bad cat!"
"Meow, meow-ow, stop hitting, stop hitting! If you hit Cat again, Cat will start leaking oil." After begging for mercy, the giant cat darted to Jiang Han's feet and sprawled atop the rocky opening like a fluffy slime, eyes wide.
After estimating for two