Breathing in air carrying a faint scent of sunshine, Jiang Han soon arrived at that little hill.
Ripples spread across the puddles on the ground, but with a Witch's eyesight, Jiang Han could still clearly see what she looked like now.
Her outfit had become much plainer: a sky-blue puffed underskirt beneath a black suspender-dress jacket, with a broad, straw-hat-style casual hat on her head. She looked like some "village girl from a literary work."
The reason she called herself a village girl from a literary work was because this outfit was unmistakably the attire of a wealthy daughter from the middle-class landowning class.
Hmph, not bad... Jiang Han winked at the puddle, stuck out her tongue, then patted her cheeks with both hands, feeling quite pleased with herself.
Then, without bothering about her skirt, she skipped toward the little tree-hollow and rock-cave homes atop the hill. This was a dream. As Witches skilled at making use of all kinds of environments, they naturally possessed the ability to move freely within dreams.
If she were not afraid of turning this dream into a "nightmare" and scaring the dreamer awake, Jiang Han could have floated through the air, transformed into Ultraman Tiga, or even manifested a Gundam.
Unfortunately, experience gained through dreams could not count as real experience.
That was because dreams were merely a construct with rules similar to Earth's, yet entirely different—and one that could be destroyed at any moment.
They also came with the negative buff of having every wish fulfilled.
For example, if you practiced squash in a dream, you would find yourself practically omnipotent, with neural reflexes equal to ten Lin Zhaojuns!
Or if you practiced shooting in a dream, you would feel like an invincible cosmic spinning top, spiraling through walls, seeing through everything, and