With a new direction to pursue, Lan Qingyou was no longer withdrawn like before.
Her eyes were still rimmed with dark circles, and she clearly looked exhausted. But somehow, she seemed even more alert than she had a moment ago.
This time, she didn't use any of those enamel mugs. Instead, she went straight for the Meteorite Iron Cauldron.
She only had one, but equipment like a cauldron could increase the chances of success. It couldn't be overlooked.
Even though she was now dead set on either succeeding or dying in the attempt.
There wasn't much material left anyway, and the Mana Tide was almost over.
If she couldn't make it this time, she'd figure something out later. There was no need to stubbornly keep at it.
Of course,
the main reason was that she felt something was wrong with her condition.
No one could work continuously for this long, especially not at such an intense pace.
Yet she'd managed to tough it out with the help of those Attribute Potions and Gu Xiaobei's food. She had to admit, it was a little bizarre.
So she decided that after finishing this batch, she would force herself to sleep. Otherwise, she might actually drop dead.
Holding the Emerald Stirring Rod, Lan Qingyou let her thoughts wander.
She went from wondering why she felt so alert to deciding she had to force herself to sleep, then from that to being forcibly transported to this world of Magic. At some point, she even remembered how funny it had been the first time she made a potion.
Honestly, she was very grateful that she'd used a cauldron that could increase her chances of success back then.
Without Albert's cauldron, there was no way she could have succeeded on her very first attempt at brewing