"So, why not resort to some unorthodox methods?" As long as Chen Jiao didn't proactively harm anyone, Tan You didn't feel such methods were necessarily a bad thing.
That night, in her room, Chen Jiao had sealed the door and windows shut. Wearing a thick face mask and protective goggles, she squatted in front of an alcohol lamp, her hands endlessly stirring the paste in a crucible.
"Teacher, can this really knock someone out?" Chen Jiao's voice came out muffled from behind her mask.
"Of course. If you don't believe me, you can try it yourself." Tan You sat beside Chen Jiao, a teasing glint in her eyes. "I've tested it before. I used it to take out bandits. I just stood upwind, and in less than ten breaths, a whole fortress of over a thousand men was knocked out flat."
Chen Jiao shook her head. "I think I'll pass on trying it myself. I'll save it for Zhang Ping. That bastard, making me live in fear."
