The soft tendril finally withdrew slowly from in front of Zhang Ji Xin.
But it did not retreat into the house.
As it passed by the cauldron, the tendril paused for a moment, then with a sudden snap under everyone's watchful eyes, it broke off. Along with the gold bean adhered to the tip of the tendril, it fell into the bubbling mushroom soup.
The thick mushroom slices were flipped over by the impact of the tendril and gold bean, but soon, they began bubbling again in the soup as the broth churned. As for the tendril, it struggled in the broth for a long time, until its color began to tint with a faint golden hue, and then it slowly stilled.
The entire process was so sudden, so unsettling, that the young wizards present stared dumbfounded at the cauldron for a long while, unsure of how they should react.
