Bai Shuang shot Su Yu an exasperated look, sighed, and said, "Alright, you wait here and drink your medicine. I'll go bring them in."
With that, she handed Su Yu a bowl from the nearby wooden table. It contained a murky green liquid that, despite its color, gave off a fresh, pleasant fragrance. Then, she turned and left.
Su Yu cradled the wooden bowl, her newly awakened mind still a bit fuzzy. She leaned against the edge of the straw nest to steady herself and cautiously sniffed the liquid in the bowl.
Setting aside the unappetizing color, the so-called medicine actually smelled quite nice.
Su Yu took a tentative sip. It was light and sweet, with a hint of mint. Very refreshing. It didn't have the bitter medicinal taste she had expected.
Su Yu was a little stunned. 'Is this... witch medicine from ten thousand years ago?'
'It's completely different from the witch medicine of ten thousand years later.'
