This seemed... like something very important...
Jiang Han cast her gaze into the shopping cart, feeling as if there were some sound—something she could easily overlook, yet ringing right beside her ears—reminding her of something.
It was like... like when a saying was on the tip of her tongue during casual conversation, but she had half forgotten it, while still being certain: I know that idiom.
It was frustrating—extremely frustrating...
Jiang Han had no choice but to fish out some chocolate beans from the inner pocket of her skirt and toss them into her mouth.
Crunch, crunch... The bitterness of ultra-concentrated chocolate struck her brain all at once, followed by an explosion of mild milk fragrance and sweetness...
Delicious.
The chocolate beans not only eased Jiang Han's urgent thoughts, but also supplied the sweetness that improved a witch's mood. It was said that in ancient times, when extraordinary beings still existed, some people had used the precious honey of that era to recruit witches—and had indeed recruited a few. That alone showed just how fond of sweets the witch race was.
Jiang Han chewed twice and swallowed, temporarily setting aside her speculation about the shopping cart and forcibly suppressing the surging inspiration.
She could feel that her magic power seemed to be gestating something.
A trait. A characteristic.
It throbbed, drawing in the "substance" overflowing from her inspiration as it grew... Powerful witches could estimate their own condition to a certain extent. As for Jiang Han, she had an utterly unreasonable premonition... that with the completion of this inspiration, her "magic trait," which should have taken sixteen years to develop, would emerge.
She was a premature child, from a witch's perspective.
"Strictly speaking, I'm only two years old now, but my body has already matured. From the perspective of a