Jiang Han drifted lightly down onto the water's surface, her tail swaying slowly.
After being enchanted, she had gained the ability to walk on water completely. Whether Jiang Han wanted to hear them or not, quite a few meow-owls had told her tales about Mist Immortal Cat Lamps. For instance, Cat Lamps of this kind sometimes slept atop the water, their tails hanging straight down beneath them, fishing while they slept to ensure there would be enough fish to eat when they woke up.
She ambled ashore.
Before her, a field had already been woven from leaves and branches. Some thirty or forty Cat Lamps floated above it, using their tails to till the soil and plant crops that took only a week to mature.
Beside the field, a Giant Cat Lamp Jiang Han had never seen before was patiently and curiously poking a piece of wood with its tail, casting spell after spell on it... Cat Lamps' magical abilities had long been a mystery.
Even Witches who understood Cat Lamp language found it difficult to know why they could release so many different kinds of spells simply by giving things a poke with their tails.
The Giant Cat Lamp's great tail poked and poked. Suddenly, a warm orange glow lit up on the wood, and it immediately blossomed and bore fruit. Only then did the giant meow-owl contentedly shove it into the field, placing it alongside several other logs that were continuously producing treefruits.
Treefruit Cat Lamps were a race of Cat Lamps capable of endlessly cultivating strange treefruits. Their nests were also rare sites of adventure for Witches. They often stored mountains of treefruits as provisions, and would kindly pack treefruits into leaf bags and hang them low down for lost travelers to take.
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