The frigid cold air gathered around him as the spirit stood alone in his work station. Xue glanced at the alchemical pot and the bright burning furnace in front of him, on his right side was a shelf that contained the assorted ingredients that were available for him to reach. Once again he was met with the familiarity of these items as he sliced and diced them and watched the flame before tossing them in.
He did without much thinking, the experience was quite redundant after all. Instead he turned to pondering about something else more substantial.
"Is there such a thing as a love potion?" Xue asked himself with a sigh, "Han Jing said Witches can make them, but as an Alchemist," He scratched the back of his head at the cultivated herbs and plants, "I think I have elixirs for increasing libido and maybe a potion that can replicate symptoms of infatuation?"
