By a little after two, the witches began to grow drowsy. Though theoretically this was when they were at their most alert, the best time for artistic creation and research, Jiang Han and the others had gotten up at around six in the morning, so they had no choice but to enter their sleep-adjustment period.
Like landfolk, witches had to deal with jet lag, but their ability to adjust was exceptionally strong; they could usually adapt within a day or so.
Since they were creatures who slept during the day, two lanterns that gave off a dim yet bright yellow glow had been left inside the tent.
"Good night, ladies." Kraken had changed into soft sleepwear and sat on her bed, cradling that long mane of hair as she tied it up with a yarn creation that resembled tentacles, only softer.
Jiang Miao and Jiang Han sat back-to-back, helping each other tie their hair into low ponytails.
"I'm holding about thirty thousand's worth, right?"
"Hard to say, but I'm probably holding around twenty-five thousand..."
The two sisters were discussing how much each other's hair was worth.
Sitting beside them, Chen Ligu rubbed her short hair, shook her head, and gave a professional assessment.
"Ah Miao's should be worth thirty-two thousand. As far as I know, with that hair color, that amount of magic power, and the value of the mutation, plenty of research institutes would pay a high price for it. Ah Han's is probably worth over a hundred thousand..."
Beside them, Jiang Zhenling touched her own short hair in a daze and shook her head.
"The gap isn't that huge, is it?"
Before Chen Ligu could answer, Kraken smiled and said, "There's collector value, too. I heard one rich tycoon is willing to pay two hundred thousand for her