Xia Bian turned to look at the other members and noticed they all shook their heads. Then he looked back at Lin An, "I must say, I don't understand."
"Let me give you an example," Lin An said.
Lin An thought for a moment and wrote on the writing pad—Witchcraft: The Deliciousness of Baked Sweet Potatoes.
The name of this witchcraft caused everyone to make strange expressions.
Lin An didn't pay attention to their reactions and kept on speaking, "There was a wizard, her name was La Xia. She was badly injured and close to death."
The surrounding chatter stopped, and everyone listened to Lin An's story in unison.
"Lying weak and powerless at a street corner, cold and hungry, La Xia looked up at the gradually brightening sky, hoping to see daylight one last time before she died; she didn't want to pass away in the cold, damp night."
