Of course.
None of that had anything to do with Xiao Feng.
When she learned that the research had produced nothing but bizarre creations,
she guessed the experiments had failed and stopped paying attention to the Aurelius Family.
Even though Hohenheim, whom she had known since childhood, was the head of the Aurelius Family at the time,
she no longer held out any hope for them.
But Xiao Feng was an alchemist herself, so she conducted her own research.
Once she learned that every experiment the Aurelius Family had run had failed, and that everything they had created was misshapen,
she began looking for the cause.
After a few experiments, she found the crux of the problem.
As the saying went,
the crux of the problem was the problem's crux.
Her blood—or rather, a witch's blood—seemed to contain some kind of powerful energy.
That energy was the culprit.
It made her blood incompatible with other creatures.
That was why so many bizarre things had appeared.
"Powerful" was relative, of course.
Compared with the blood of other magical creatures and humans, it contained considerably more energy.
It even surpassed the energy in the blood of some enormous magical creatures the Aurelius Family had studied.
To be honest, she had spent ages studying the theory and still could not understand why.
Did humans become like this after evolving?
Or were witches an exception?
Xiao Feng did not know.
But she did not ask.
After all, such matters were personal taboos for alchemists.
She would not pry even if it concerned her teacher.
If her teacher needed to explain, she surely would.
Just as Xiao Feng had eventually told her about the trouble the Witch Potion had caused her a thousand years ago.
It had caused her some distress back then.
But that