Her consciousness gradually settled.
A subtle, restful sensation of sleep slowly became clearer. Yet at the same time, she was incredibly alert, like the comfort of soaking in a bath with her eyes closed.
Jiang Han could clearly sense her train of thought slowly settling, slowly strengthening.
She sank into another world.
Or perhaps some folded space.
After roughly five or six seconds, she "saw" it. Before her was an amusement room steeped in the air of immortals, filled with immortal witches and ordinary witches alike. Above her spot at the entrance stood a massive electronic sign reading [65/100]. What did that mean?
She did not quite understand.
As she pondered, she suddenly felt the images around her waver. There were slight double images—something witches absolutely should not experience. (Though perhaps Blind Treasure had once seen double?)
An invisible ripple washed over the witches, briefly blurring them. Some even seemed to have their outer layers turn into blue light, exposing a simple glow within, like a flame in a lamp.
What was this?
Witch lamps?
She made the joke to herself. Seeing that the other witches were not panicking, Jiang Han naturally relaxed, even feeling a faint sense of reassurance.
"Diu lei lou mou!"
A crisp Cantonese curse suddenly rang through the space. The speaker was a Fox Witch, apparently from the south. She wore palace robes, her body covered in highly technological metal scrolls and potions. With a wave of her hand, she snapped, "Have you got something wrong? Sister Marina, what the hell is this thing you've made? A hundred-person server, and sixty-five people make it lag like a spinning top? Do you even know what a real server is?"
The Marina sisters also appeared in the space, wearing helpless expressions. "Try to understand. The server here has