If all the wisdom, thoughts, and every philosophy, principle, and concept in the world were materialized into a vast sea...
Thoughts settled, pouring into the cerebrospinal fluid.
It was like sinking into that violent, unpredictable ocean, everything swaying and floating up and down.
She wanted to stand firm, yet felt hazy and lost.
Yet there was no dizziness—only wave after wave of floating comfort, as though she were drifting amid the clouds, vaguely glimpsing a marshmallow-like castle above the white mist. Her consciousness drifted inside, wanting to abandon itself completely, only for her butt to slam into the floor with a thud after she floated up—a solid, center-of-gravity-shaking blow!
"Argh!"
Jiang Han cried out, clutching her butt as she sat back up.
Her beautiful Eternal Ice Eyes blinked, and her consciousness returned to her brain.
The mist before her eyes dispersed, the sea of will dissolved, and all that reappeared in her sight was the wooden stump table and the jasmine tea resting atop it, its fragrance wafting through the air.
My consciousness... came back... I seem to have heard sounds that didn't exist and seen things that didn't exist, but rather than spreading fear, those things carried the feeling of 'fear of being found by witches'... Urgh, the idea of directly using cerebrospinal fluid to make a potion has completely failed... Jiang Han sat back in her original spot. Before her were bottles for extracting medicines and a small wooden mortar for grinding herbs.
A rich medicinal fragrance still wafted from within.
Just moments ago, she had tried putting all the raw ingredients inside to grind them up, performed an unclean ritual to curse the materials, and finally added cola to mix it all together.
—That was right, cola! What witches prized in rituals was practicality. Dirty water? Cola