Frost Cat Lamps possessed a unique magical trait: unlike the local Cat Lamps, they were incredibly clingy.
"Meow-ow, meow-ow, meow-ow!"
A dozen or so Frost Cat Lamps darted into Jiang Han's long hair at flying speed rather than floating speed.
These tiny Cat Lamps looked a little like sprites. One could be completely enclosed in a hand, and they could curl up even further until only a thumbnail-sized ball of cat remained. With a pair of adorable, glittering golden cat eyes—and most of them giving off only a faint icy-blue glow—they could practically conquer a witch's heart at a glance!
They were absurdly cute!
But compared to Jiang Han, Longsleep Meow was even more popular. No fewer than twenty Frost Cat Lamps had burrowed into Olivia's long hair, while others perched right atop her head, meowing softly like mountaineers.
Jiang Han turned back for a look, saw icy-blue points of light constantly flickering amid the other woman's black hair, and covered her mouth as she smiled.
Olivia did not care much about these Cat Lamps. She lazily picked one up, brought it close to inspect it, then released the Frost Cat Lamp and waved a hand.
"Very strange little Cat Lamps, but not bad. We could consider mass-producing them to sell to other witches."
That was right! These little things carried a current of magic with them, their own tiny air-conditioning. Hiding one in your hair felt wonderfully comfortable... Jiang Han basked in the faint cool air and found it refreshing and pleasant. Even land-dwellers would probably adore Cat Lamps like these, wouldn't they?
Incidentally, land-dwellers' favorite Cat Lamps were the soft and fluffy Dragon Cat Lamps—a kind of Cat Lamp that still retained a little draconic combat ability. They could float at low altitudes and protect a land-dweller from