This was a room designed for absolute comfort.
A thick feathered dragonhide rug covered the floor, with dragon jade possessing frigid properties casually tossed into it—cool, and wonderfully soothing.
The stove crackled as crimson wood burned within.
Cat Lamp racks, much like bookshelves, had been built along nearly three walls. Lazy Cat Lamps sprawled across them, their varied tails hanging down and swaying unhurriedly.
In an area resembling a living room, treasures and curios radiating abundant magical brilliance sat atop the tea table.
A cat-eared witch in elaborate Lolita attire lay reclining on the sofa, yawning lazily.
Apparently the mistress of this place, the witch raised her eyes, flashed a crafty smile, and greeted them in a strange feline accent:
"Meow-ow! Two new guests—now that's a rare sight!"
A feline accent referred to witches being infected with a touch of "meow-ow" syndrome: they would meow-ow from time to time and pronounce many syllables from their throats. It sounded incredibly coquettish, and sometimes it was hard to make out what they were saying!
Still, that did not change the fact that this woman was very unusual.
Especially... those cat ears?
Jiang Han found it strange. She had been here for quite some time now, yet cat witches and canine witches simply were not on the same scale in terms of numbers. Of course, perhaps there just were none in her social circle?
"A reclusive witch. I have to admit, this was not something I expected." Qin Shunying, well-traveled and knowledgeable, gave two light coughs and said the same thing in a feline accent.
That clearly delighted the other woman. Her cat ears twitched twice, and her tail flicked twice as well—actually snapping through the air with a whip-like crack!
If Jiang Han was not mistaken, that trait belonged exclusively to a