Dock

Jiang Han squeezed out through the crack, slipped all the way into the cage lowered by the crane tower, then changed back into a Witch. Letting out a breath, she rubbed her cheeks.

Her skin felt a little cool to the touch. She figured it had to be because entering that base had cost her quite a bit of body heat.

They had the air conditioning on in there!

To counter Eileen's scorching mana residue, ordinary Witches had no choice but to rack their brains for ways to deal with it. After all, Witches did not much like places that hot.

"There has to be some enormous secret behind this." Jiang Han tapped the signal transmitter beside the air stake with her claw.

All it took was a little mana, and it could send a faint signal upward—weak, but more than clear enough for Witches to see.

She was a little worried the ghost Witches underground might notice it, but on second thought, the ghost Witches should be the ones afraid of being discovered by them! This was their secret base; they certainly did not want anyone else finding it!

Once she saw it that way, Jiang Han sent the signal without another concern.

Soon after, the cage began to rumble as it was slowly hauled upward.

The dock was no longer quite the same as it had been before Jiang Han went underwater.

Using sandstone, they had made some bricks, then used sand and suitable fabric to construct sturdy display tents. There were two in all, each able to house three people, so they no longer had to squeeze together inside the exploration vehicle.

Through the tent entrance, one could see that the interior space had already been expanded into a very Victorian-style suite. There was a master