I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

Chop! Chop! Chop!

A silver light gleamed in the kitchen, and the knife was constantly raised and lowered. The urban legend’s core was finely cut into fine pieces bit by bit under Lu Yibei’s knife.

Cutting the core, she thought of her father.

Although my father wanted me to go down a more creative path, he never stopped me from cooking, she thought, thinking back to the time when she would help in the kitchen at home. Her father would even spend some time with her and teach her some of his own ancestral cooking skills.

Thanks to her father, her proficiency in wielding the knife was extremely high.

Yibei sighed.

It took her a few minutes to cut the core into a couple of dozen equal-sized pieces.

Carefully wiping away the residue stuck on the knife, she looked at her masterpiece on the chopping board and sighed again.

‘I’m good.’