Wen Lao's voice, strict and methodical, faded away in the room.
At his command, Lu Fengxuan took out a Golden Needle and slowly inserted it into the corresponding acupoint with swift, fierce, and precise movements, not an inch more or less.
After ten minutes, she inserted the last needle, raised her hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead, and let out a long breath of murky air.
"Not bad. Your technique is practiced; the timing between each needle was just right. Aside from the first needle where you trembled slightly due to nervousness, there were basically no other mistakes," he said.
Wen Lao's normally stern face softened as he looked at the Golden Needles on Yu Chiyin's body, his cloudy eyes shining with an odd light.
He could tell that Lu Fengxuan had achieved such proficiency in her technique by practicing hard recently, and this was also inseparable from her solid foundational skills cultivated daily.
