Feng Yin stopped mixing potions by hand and instead began to boil herbs in a large pot, instructing a guard dressed in blue, "Do not make the fire too strong, nor too weak."
The blue-clad guard looked completely puzzled: ???
How do I operate this?
Just by sticking his hand in to test the temperature and then precisely control it. After a while, put his arm back in to test again…
Got to say, this task was very challenging for this good sir.
Feng Yin returned to the room and quickly distributed the already prepared ointments.
As they were being handled, a thread of the spiritual power from the Spiritual Transformation Technique quietly made its way into the big dollop of ointment. He then manipulated his hands like the wind - swipe, swipe, swipe - and shaped them into hundreds of tiny black pills.
They rolled around.
