He plunged his hands into the medicinal paste, pumping the Spiritual Transformation Technique. The mystical aura hummed as it flowed from his hands into the paste, circling around the whole pot. He didn't withdraw his hands though, merely putting a stop to the internal energy circulation.
Between the opening and closing of his hands, another overwhelming wave of chilling aura encapsulated the pot's surface, confining the rising steam against the iron pot.
With another plunge of his hand, the enormous paste, weighing at least several hundred jin, was removed from the pot.
Well, this "removal from the pot" was not akin to the conventional meaning. Instead, all of the paste was detached from the pot, floating in mid-air.
This was done to facilitate the next step. In the blink of an eye, the icy aura overflowing from Feng Yin's hands turned into countless small knives, cutting back and forth to cool the paste down further and automatically mould it into spheres...
