At that same moment, in Shaanxi—
"Hmm~ Hng~"
Bubble, bubble.
Tang Ayeon hummed softly as she tossed herbs into a pot that gurgled ominously. As a late-generation prodigy of the Sichuan Tang Clan, her focus while crafting her unique poison was almost admirable—
[(2x) (3x) (5x) (7x) (10x)]
But the labels on the box beside her would silence anyone who saw them. Vials scattered around bore cryptic words like "Awakening," "Recovery," "Sustained," "Weakening," and "Hypnosis," their meanings known only to her.
[Danger] [Danger] [Handle with Care] [Collapse Risk]
One particularly eerie pill bore an even more unsettling inscription.
"Uh, Miss… are you going to use that too?" her companion asked warily.
"Hm? Oh, this?" Tang Ayeon glanced at the pill. "Nah, why would I? I just made it because it was in a book."
"Then maybe you should dispose of it—"
