Jiang Han had never known that beneath the saline-alkali rock layers of her Giant Cat Territory lay such a marvelous place.
From a spring that seemed wreathed in a vast expanse of white steam, vapor and water with healing properties continuously gushed forth. Beside it, three languid cat lamps used bamboo segments as tubes, maple wood as caps, and rod-tail grass—a naturally sturdy hemp rope, meow-ao!—as bindings, combining the three into entirely natural bottles to fill with water.
Once filled, they bundled them with their tails and placed them in the baskets beside them.
Stack after stack, they apparently intended to sell them or distribute them for the cat lamps to drink.
It seemed Nightmare Cat Lamps really were more "flexible" than ordinary cat lamps. They had actually realized so early on that convenient packaging was necessary to do cheap business.
"This spring?"
Jiang Han raised her head and glanced at the cavern-like tunnel. The glowing stalactites were clearly products of cat axe and cat craftsmanship. Though this was Sky Island, an island made by witches, even witches possessed the basic knowledge that "there shouldn't be caves this deep down," so the answer was obvious: this was a place the cat lamps had built with their paws.
The snow-skinned woman, as delicate as an epiphyllum bloom and just as pretty, said weakly and softly:
"When cats came here, it was already here."
She paused, then revealed a smile wholly unlike a cat lamp's. It was a refined smile, a toothy one that showed off her pearly teeth and vampire-like canines. Were those feline fangs?
"..."
"It was already here?"
Jiang Han repeated her words.
Cat Bo suddenly understood and explained in detail:
"Cat suspects it was brought over within the Folded Space fragments used to expand this island. Cats gathered