The little girl shuddered all over, and torrents of knowledge forcefully surged into her body; she screamed in agony as if afflicted by a Tightening Spell:
"Master, Master, stop reading!"
All about Yellow Grannie Skill, scriptures from the Taoist Sect with extremely dense and varied information, appeared as if an old scholar was explaining them word for word, clarifying them forcibly for her to accept and understand.
"Master... Master, I can't take it anymore!"
...
By the time Xue Jing's palm left Zong Shichan's crown, the little girl was already lying on the ground with vacant eyes, drooling.
"Train like this for now, we'll talk about the rest later,"
Xue Jing said, nodding at Zong Shichan at his feet.
The knowledge and enlightenment related to the Yellow Grannie Skill were vast and complex. Zong Shichan's mental strength couldn't withstand it all at once, so Xue Jing had for now transferred only the most basic part to her, enough to let her formally start practicing.
