Unable to find the source of the ash, Yi Meng decided not to dwell on it.
There are still many things to do, and since her own space can't be disclosed yet, she must prepare everything thoroughly for now.
Just as she was about to chop vegetables with the knife, Yi Meng paused again.
The wound on her finger had vanished, and the blood on the chopping board had completely disappeared, as if it had never been there.
The healing of the wound could be credited to the space's effects, but what about the blood on the board?
Yi Meng recalled the startling sound of a loud clang.
The sound seemed to drop exactly where the blood had fallen, which is also where there had been dust just now.
Suddenly, she remembered the small stone her daughter had given her this morning.
She couldn't help but wonder if it was her imagination; she kept feeling that the ash she had just discarded seemed to be about the same size as that stone.
