Every practice of witchcraft is an adventure, staking one's soul at the gambling table, always at risk of going mad and losing oneself.
No one can comfortably stop their feet, avoiding this adventure; even without the harm of other wizards, without the hunt of the Witch-hunting Knights, wizards are constantly affected and eroded by the Spirit World Aura.
Without struggle, the ultimate end is still despair.
Lin An was considered lucky.
At least he was clear about what had happened to him, unlike some people, who die without knowing how they died, who go mad without realizing they've gone mad.
But his knowledge was limited.
At least for now, as he was just a newcomer who had just entered the Supernatural World.
Therefore, he was extremely cautious with every step of his practice, so tentatively careful.
His fingertips touched the body of the 'Earth Whale' Witch, that warm touch was not tactile, but felt more like a transfer of information from one soul to another.
