To get to Eileen's library, they naturally had to take the route through Snow Phoebe Lake's Sovereign Palace. It could be said that Eileen was more "home-loving" than any other top-tier witch. Unlike the overwhelming majority of top-tier witches, who possessed countless kinds of territories—[Nests], [Witch Towers], [Domains], [Otherworld Domains], [Folded Space Domains], and [Demiplanes]—she built her Witch Tower, nest, domain, and everything else in the same place. Thanks to her formidable magic, she could directly create an ecosystem within a demiplane through terrifying transformation and spellcraft.
But Jiang Han had only now discovered that Eileen was even more, even more different from other top-tier witches.
Tap, tap.
Listening to the rhythmic sound of high heels striking the wooden corridor, Jiang Han exchanged a helpless glance with Xiya, the cat witch beside her whose footsteps were as silent as her own.
The two of them followed behind the leisurely strolling Eileen, finding that languid pace somewhat hard to endure.
Eileen wore that golden robe and a massive mana-tornado horn headdress. Not a bit hurried, she ambled, ambled along the wooden path, seeming to enjoy the view of Snow Phoebe Lake. Like an ancient old dragon inspecting its own domain—somewhat aged in spirit, yet still carrying that feeling of, "This old thing can live for dozens more epochs."
The orange bodystocking also wrapped around Eileen's neck, completely airtight. It looked very warm, and also had the appearance of being "very matte to the touch."
But no matter what, Eileen... was vastly different from ordinary top-tier witches!
"I don't get it. Why doesn't Eileen like using teleportation spells even in her own home? Instead, she prefers walking at this snail's pace. She doesn't ride a broom, doesn't drive a unicycle, and doesn't even take a Griffin Carriage..." Jiang Han shifted her