The teeing ground stood atop a seaside cliff, nearly thirty to fifty meters above the surface of the Skysea. The lawn was smooth and level, and beside it grew a cat tree, upon which quite a few Persian Cat Lamps happily thumped against the turf with meow-aos.
The target was a distant island made up of three fairways. It was not far away—a short Cat Golf hole.
Along the route floated many tiny suspended islands, each only a few dozen square meters in size, with Persian Cat Lamp homes upon them as well.
Cat Golf had gotten its name precisely because it was built among the Persian Cat Lamps' settlements.
Amid a chorus of meow-aos, the griffin stopped the car.
The moment Jiang Han and the others got out, they were swarmed by a group of Persian Cat Lamps begging for dried fish. After paying out some dried fish, they found a team of Witches who had also come to compete in the rest shelter beneath the cat tree.
They were also a group of three. At the head was a young-looking Witch with black hair, black eyes, and big eyes, a [Meow-ao!] headband tied around her head. She held an enormous bottle in her left hand and a flag cheering for the Persian Cat Lamps in her right, wildly waving it about.
"Go!"
Thump thump thump!
"Go!"
Thump thump thump!
"Go—"
"Please! Sis! Stop embarrassing me!"
A big-sister-type Witch beside her did not hesitate to clamp a hand over her mouth, rubbing her forehead. The other, a cool and aloof Witch, wore a stiff expression and let out a long sigh.
—She was making those "thump thump thump" sounds herself.
It really was incredibly embarrassing.
Jiang Han burst out laughing at once.
She looked toward the teeing ground. The