Liang Cuoyu was the first to return, and her reaction to the infant witch was extraordinarily intense.
This witch, who was short and looked somewhat young herself, had eyes full of motherly love. Sitting beside Jiang Han and holding her hand, she gazed at the infant witch quietly lying on Jiang Han's fox tail. Even her voice softened, and her normally steady demeanor became tinged with restless delight. "She's so cute. Her horns, her wings... she's like a doll."
Jiang Han tilted her head.
A doll? This was an Infernal Witch! Her rarity alone was extraordinary!
...She couldn't help recalling the information she had just looked up online. Infernal Witches were 9,700 times more precious than Sea Siren witches—that was, out of a million Sea Siren witches, there were only around a hundred Infernal Witches.
"By the way, Jiang Han, does she have a name yet?" Liang Cuoyu poked the infant witch's cheek with a finger.
Even infant witches possessed powerful resistance to and devouring ability against bacteria. They were a terrifying species that could be left out in icy snow for seventy-two hours and survive by drinking snow. Touching them directly after birth wouldn't make them sick. In fact, witches' inert cells had already begun functioning within their bodies. Until they received enough energy, they would remain just as they were now:
Lazily sprawled in one spot without moving, waiting to be fed and raised.
In a sense, they truly weren't human. After all, they were oviparous creatures—and oviparous creatures that didn't even gnaw through their eggshells. In that regard, they were even more advanced than dragons... Jiang Han used another fox tail to brush the little thing's face and lowered her voice. "Not yet. We're waiting for everyone at home to come back."
One after another,