Saturday and Sunday were rest days. With heads full of wild ideas and bellies full of resentment, the witches descended upon shops and streets across the entire Eastern Isles.
Turn grief and indignation into the urge to buy!
Turn pent-up frustration into the urge to spend!
Witches were creatures who did not take being wronged very well. In such circumstances, they chose to vent through extravagant spending. Jiang Han had been invited by Comrade Little Li to rummage through the cold-drink-themed pipes for trash, making another round as a scavenger. Little Li seemed to really enjoy scavenging—wearing a hiking pack and off-road combat boots, she hopped merrily through the complicated terrain of pipes that constantly generated random dungeons.
As a Cat Lamp Witch, Jiang Han also rather enjoyed picking up parts to use herself.
Cats were curious, after all. What would happen if you poked it with your tail?
They went to the pipes on Saturday morning, then visited the famed Mist Sea Coast of the Eastern Isles in the afternoon.
It was a typical airborne beach Sky Island divided into two halves, yet it was quite distinctive.
One side was land made of soft cloud-soil. The grasslands and beaches looked ordinary enough, but stepping onto them felt like stepping on marshmallows—squeak, squeak, all soft and squishy.
Huge cherry trees, pines, and cypresses grew along the central dividing line. Green and cherry-colored leaves drifted down without end, along with fluffy dandelions.
The other side, meanwhile, was a sea of mist—a soft, bright-blue ocean, clear and hazy in a contradiction of its own. Witches could be seen touring it hand in hand in little groups.
Witches from the European Continent sat on the platforms of Griffin Carriages, drinking black tea and eating pastries.
Local Eastern Isles witches rode bicycles, with another