Jiang Han listened with great interest as Miss Gong, the little immortal cat, introduced her immortal arts in that soft, enticingly sinful voice.
Halfway through listening, Jiang Han's interest only grew stronger.
She couldn't understand a word!
So she turned her head and pinched the soft flesh at either side of Ovi's waist. But this cat was sturdy, with an unbelievably good figure, her body full of the graceful, streamlined muscles of a feline. There was practically nothing to grab.
"What are you doing?"
Ovi looked at her, licked her paw, and threatened, "If you torture Big Cat for no reason, Big Cat will smash your skull with one swipe!"
So violent.
Jiang Han thought: Olivia was always vicious with her mouth, and even her threats were frighteningly intense, but her temper might actually be quite good. To witches, Ovi was merely a giant Cat Lamp. All in all, she might occasionally scratch people with her claws, but as long as you were a witch or a native of the Witch World, you had a chance to pet Big Cat.
Legend had it that a land-dweller once stroked Ovi's tail, and that person became a rare legendary witch...
But that was a legend from the European Continent, and no one had ever said who that legendary witch was. It seemed they intended to guard that secret until Ovi herself chose to reveal it.
"Don't be so fierce with me."
Jiang Han poked Ovi's face, marveled at her skin, then asked again, "Tell me about prophecy immortal arts?"
"No. Cat is tired."
Ovi threw a little tantrum, swaying left and right as her long legs kicked about. Yet she never left the surface of the sofa—or rather, the bed—perfectly embodying the image of a lazy cat.
"Come on, tell me, tell