The things Xiya had brought to trade were quite interesting: some amber whose nature even she herself did not know, remnants left behind by other otherworldly civilizations, and some Anse Elven artworks that put cats on guard...
Stare—
Jiang Han lay sprawled on the sofa, her waist pressed against the soft cushions, both hands propped beside her cheeks, tail raised, looking like a cat on the hunt... That was right—this was exactly how a feline looked when it fixed its eyes on prey. Unfortunately! The Cat Lamps beside her watched, patted their bellies one after another, then began meowing complaints at Jiang Han in her skinny-cat form.
These artworks were, without a doubt, Anse Elven artworks! Had the Ghost Witches discovered a new Anse Elven ruin?
...Noticing the wary look in Jiang Han's eyes, Xiya made a fist with her left hand and held it before her mouth. She gave a light cough and said smugly:
"Cat Lamps are very easy animals to track. We Ghost Witches only need to follow these Cat Lamps and listen to the tone of their meows to tell the difference between 'Cat Lamps diligently working,' 'Cat Lamps loafing around with everyone else,' and 'Cat Lamps that have found treasure.' That's why, even though the Cat Lamps were unwilling to share the location of the Anser Royal City with us, the Ghost Witches still found it by following them."
Meow!
Ghost Witches! So nasty!
Jiang Han's tail lashed rapidly once. "D-damn it! How did you get in without passing through the Cat Lamp gathering grounds? In that pitch-black Anser Royal City, how did you spot the cats' hidden sentries? Tell me!"
Xiya froze for a moment, blinked, then extended an index finger toward a Cat Lamp beside her that was also swishing its tail.
Jiang