As if a verdant lake's heart rippled with twenty-five waves, the green light flickered, intoxicating and resplendent.
Twenty-five herbs underwent the fire's searing, each at different temperatures and varying flame sizes, yet their progress was strikingly consistent.
Elder Ye Wen and the others widened their eyes, their fists clenched tightly at their sides; the temperature in the room surged, gradually causing sweat to bead on everyone's foreheads.
However, their attention was not on this matter. Their hearts were violently shaken. The azure flames grew and shrank in tune with the herbs' contours and even adjusted with precision to every leaf or fork in the branches.
Such exacting control over the soul— they admitted they couldn't achieve it. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed it.
"It's too inconceivable," sighed Elder Bai, deeply moved.
