I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

Peony Street.

Du Sixian didn’t dream tonight. During this period of time, she has become accustomed to entering that dreamscape every night to practise mantras. However, now that she wasn’t dreaming, she couldn’t sleep and would get up every two or three hours.

However, now that her body was imbued with spiritual energy, a little rest was needed to sate her.

Upon waking up, her first thought was to practise. She figured she couldn’t rely on the dreamscape too much, fearing that it might disappear.

An Qing told her earlier today that once she has fully mastered the first mantra, she can continue with her physical training.

Combining her physical skills with her magic would supposedly form a deadly combo.

‘So, you have to push yourself!’ Du Sixian yelled inwardly. ‘You got this, Du Sixian!’

Holding the scroll, she took advantage of the night to push open the window and lean against it, hoping to refresh herself with the cool breeze.

Outside the window, a thin mist floated down the pale Peony Street.