Jiang Han did not get the answer she wanted directly. Miss Xuan merely handed her a diary.
Its cover was deep crimson, heavy in texture. She casually flipped it open to a page.
Inside were densely packed words, all manner of photographs, and a witch-style prose format based on dialogue. (Recording the cause, setting, content, and reasons behind conversations between two witches.)
Jiang Han skimmed two pages, gently closed the diary, and asked:
"What is this?"
Jiang Xuan kicked off her fluffy slippers and curled up comfortably on the sofa, radiating the freedom of "Ms. Ye isn't home today." Swinging her little feet, she answered:
"An exploration logbook. Every witch has one, and they record everything they encounter during expeditions. As for why I told you not to bleed, it was because of something I witnessed back then... Hahhh, I'll explain it to you properly."
Witches did not have the nasty habit of saying, "I've given you a hint; whether you can grasp it is up to you." Whatever they wanted to say, they said it plainly and clearly.
If witches were cast as minor characters in television dramas, there would not be so many cases of "they could clearly name the mastermind, yet insist on dragging it out until they breathed their last"!
Seeing Jiang Han sitting obediently, Jiang Xuan was quite pleased. Like a teacher, she began:
"It should be somewhere between pages 120 and 135. Flip there first..."
Jiang Han turned through the diary and took a glance. The pictures showed some local plants, along with written exchanges and conversations, as well as a diary entry from Jiang Xuan complaining about the lack of hot springs. Back then, heated spring blankets had been fairly expensive. Of course, they were still rather pricey even today, but they cost