After passing through the skyport and entering Ghost River, even Xuan Bao felt a little chilly. Meow-ow, meow-ow, she wrapped herself in her nine huge tails, becoming a giant cat dumpling with only her eyes exposed.
"This is way too chilly!" she complained.
Jiang Han replied:
"Just a little short of being as cold as your home."
"No, no, my home is much warmer than this. You must have remembered wrong. But I can understand—after all, as the years gradually slip away, it's indeed possible for us to remember the past unclearly. Ordinary little witches are all like that, after all."
If Du Lingxuan was willing to speak properly, she could also come out with this sort of sarcastic nonsense.
Jiang Han traded a couple barbs with her.
Xiya, meanwhile, was like someone returning home—which she indeed was. With her hands clasped behind her waist, she went tap-tap-tap, hopping with every step. The immense Pharaoh Giant Cat mountain range was impossible to look away from. They walked down from the grand suite and descended the city wall, arriving at a deck corridor lined with transparent phase-shield panels to admire the scenery outside.
On one side of the corridor, there came a whoooosh—a tank about half Jiang Han's height, running at full throttle, charged past. Four rolling cat lamps were stuffed into its treads, while a plump meow-ow sat atop the tank. Behind the cat lamp tank, several Long-Whiskered Lava Hedgehogs that had had their whiskers stolen chased after it like enraged bulls.
"Holy shit, this many creatures hitched a ride? These cat lamps... shouldn't we do something about them?" Du Lingxuan showed a rare flicker of conscience.
The airship carried more than just them. There were also heaps of Raccoon Dumplings and cat lamps that had come to mooch a