Cat Warlock

"Meow, meow-ao, is this really necessary?"

Wrapped in a bath towel, Jiang Han asked anxiously.

She was curled up inside a cat-steaming cauldron, the sort made from cat-tree wood and completely fireproof! It had therefore been set directly into roasting stones that were nearly molten lava for heating. Cat lamps generally possessed heat resistance, and Giant Cat Lamps were even more resistant in that regard.

Outside the cat-steaming cauldron stood Olivia. The Sleeping Witch declared righteously:

"Meow-ao, this is the ritual for my wondrous secret art, meow-ao! It's closer to warlockcraft—it will grant you a spell-like ability, or rather... develop your cat psionic powers... meow-ao! You actually have psionic power, which makes this much easier. No need for this cat to use crude methods to force your psionic power open!"

"But... is there really a need to use a cat-steaming pot?" Jiang Han had to make her cat ears tremble wildly to drive away the steam as she spoke. The high heat kept the cat pot constantly giving off vapor.

Without fanning with her enormous cat ears, she could not even see Olivia's face!

Olivia looked down at her from above, slightly raised her chin, and gave a cold snort.

"Ancient people even thought bathing wasn't necessary. If witches hadn't borrowed the name of a nonexistent idol to say, 'Only those washed clean may enter Heaven Mountain,' witches might never have discovered the two crucial runes of [Cleanliness] and [Purity] to this day. We'd probably still be rubbing out fireballs and babbling nonsense while dancing like shamans."

From this angle... the drenched Olivia had the air of a wicked woman whose ascetic restraint had been shattered... Jiang Han quietly lowered her face a little beneath the water, but then raised it again and said indignantly:

"But is the cat pot