Stepping out of the cultivation tank, Jiang Han touched down on the floor with the tips of her toes. She turned back to look at the cracks in the crystal wall and fell silent for a moment.
Kraken walked over and handed her a towel. Her gaze followed Jiang Han's to the crystal cultivation tank, and she said with an obvious smile, "1.6 million. That's the price of this cultivation tank."
Jiang Han turned her head and looked quietly at Kraken.
"But I won't make you pay for it. Consider it my mistake." Kraken led Jiang Han toward the washroom as she spoke. "Your magical power is even deeper than I expected. Perhaps we ought to give you a thorough examination."
"Thanks, but I don't really need that." Jiang Han covered her head with one hand, feeling damp all over.
Upon entering the luxurious bathing room, Jiang Han stepped into the shower stall, while Kraken stood outside the bathroom door with her back to it.
"My thoughts are faster..." Jiang Han did not feel as though she had become smarter or anything, but the speed of her thinking had become much quicker. Her grasp of space and time had grown sharper, and her reactions had improved as well.
She turned on the shower. The instant warm water streamed out, she instinctively felt as if time had slowed a little. In those Eternal Ice Eyes, the rushing water broke apart and reverted into individual droplets.
She blanked out for a moment, and only then did the water strike her face and hair, the warm flow washing over her.
Psychic energy was not actually an unfamiliar force to witches. Agatha Landon, one of the great witches, was a psychic witch. Thus, while this power was novel, it had not exceeded witches' expectations