The cauldrons bore a resemblance to the incense burners placed in temples and Daoist monasteries.
But it didn't matter, in the local dialect of Shenhou City, the words for cauldron and pot were the same.
Wood burned underneath, blackening the bottom of the pot, within which a purple broth churned, teeming with numerous unidentifiable medicinal herbs.
Lin An thought he could vaguely make out absurd things like centipedes, lizards, and the like.
Chen Xinmi, holding a large ladle, gave it a couple of swirls on the surface of the water, scooped some out, and poured it into a ceramic cup fitted with a filter. She removed the filter and handed the cup to Lin An.
"Demon Manifestation Potion, used to observe the status of one's demonic transformation," Chen Xinmi said, dangling a cigarette from her lips, her phoenix eyes hazy as she sized up Lin An, "You seem overly excited right now; it's not appropriate to practice Soft Body Skill."
