Is Shuishui my Magic Wand?
Wasn't my Magic Wand Medusa? Recalling the ritual's minutiae, I cleverly attempted to compensate for the error that occurred. My little cleverness of treating Shuishui as a ritual material may have caused all this, Shuishui might have become my second Magic Wand through that Soul Binding ceremony.
That could somewhat make sense.
There was a sound from Mr. Scholar's side, he put the black dust into an exquisite peachwood box, a wave of his fingers, and the box was drawn into another dimension by a dot in the air, that must be some kind of storage method, similar to the pouch given by the Giant Dragon.
Chains fell from his body, slithering back into the cupboard, books on the table automatically flipped to the page with the quill marker.
In Mr. Scholar's hand, the candlelight formed into a ball, hanging like a lightbulb in front of him.
He stood before the desk, starting to trace text onto the pages.
