It had to be said, things really were different after a gift had been given. True Person Li Xinchen became far more enthusiastic at once. After inspecting the goods, she signed the acceptance form without a second thought, then cheerfully invited the witches to have tea at the teahouse she ran here.
Jiang Han was utterly astonished.
"This is weaponry. These are military airships. Is it really okay to inspect them so hastily?"
True Person Li Xinchen was even more astonished.
"I'm merely a guest elder of the Night Cry Immortal Sect. Don't tell me you thought I'd inspect everything wholeheartedly?"
"..."
Jiang Han's eyes widened. Before she could speak, True Person seized her little hand and led her forward, saying merrily:
"Oh, working hours should be squeezed down as much as possible. It's already this late—tea first! Why take inspecting an airship so seriously? It's not as if my own troops will be using it anyway!"
Jiang Han fell silent. The witch front lines truly were astounding. She had once thought that causing a little extra damage through explosions counted as neglecting her duties, but she had never imagined she had not even made it through the door.
True Person's teahouse was located in a bustling part of the castle. It was no different from an ordinary witch street, except every shop selling goods had been turned into alchemy shops and consumables stores, with several enormous air harbors scattered among them. Jiang Han saw witches coming and going with servant soldiers in tow, seemingly having transportation customized for them.
Following Li Xinchen into the teahouse, Jiang Han was immediately met by the rich fragrance of tea. When she looked around with wide eyes, she could only think: what an immortal-style establishment.
White mist curled through the air, and