"Did Master teach you this?"
Song Yin glanced at the three of them again, frowning slightly, "Such a Dharma Technique..."
"Senior Brother, is there, is there a problem?" Zhang Fei Xuan asked with a dry laugh.
Wang Qizheng directly shirked the responsibility, "Senior Brother, it's not my fault, it was Master who wanted to teach us. Whether it's good or bad, it was all Master's doing. I'm just a disciple, I don't know anything."
Normally, Jin Guang wouldn't be so foolish to teach them such shapeless magical powers and divine abilities.
Moreover, this Mustard Seed Technique doesn't require any special ingredients. It's purely a method of using the body as a container and the object as the mustard seed, drawing it inside to become extremely small.
It's generally about the size of the dust on one's skin, the plaque on one's teeth, the coating on one's tongue, smaller even than chive bits stuck between teeth, and something every person naturally has.
