A complicated feeling lingered.
...
Jiang Ji stared at the white particles appearing in the stone pot, his eyes wide.
"Female Master! Female Master, look!"
"I'm not blind. I can see."
Chu Jing's voice was calm.
She used a wooden stick to pick up a little, rubbed it between her fingers, then placed it on the tip of her tongue for a taste.
The crystal particles were coarse with sharp edges, bringing a stinging pain as they scraped across her tongue.
"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey..."
She spat several times in a row.
It was way too salty.
And it was full of impurities, not pure at all.
But on second thought, this was the Beastman World. Where would they find refined processing?
There was no filter paper, no centrifuges; even a clean container was hard to find.
Being able to produce these white particles in a crude stone pot was already progress.
She shrugged, deciding not to fuss over it.
