"Old Chen must have done it on purpose!"
"How could he, a Military Minister of Agriculture Officer, lose control of his spell?" Zhao Xing rubbed his somewhat sore shoulder, where a patch of frost was melting into a water stain.
"He must have been influenced by my spell and had a nightmare, but he didn't want to admit it. Or did he hear me calling him Old Chen?"
Zhao Xing had seen Chen Shijie's twisted face full of pain and didn't know what had happened. In a moment of panic, he called out Old Chen.
Dreams weren't ordinary things in this world. He was worried about Chen Shijie.
"Someday, I'll surpass Old Chen. Then, Little Chen..." Zhao Xing's lips curled into a smile as he patted his shoulder and left slowly.
........
Practicing the "Yin Wind" spell was not suitable during the day, so Zhao Xing moved it to the night.
Grasping the fluctuations of the earth veins and capturing the underground Yin Wind was very difficult.
