Zhang Zhongyi began to pack up the silver needles and herbal medicines, and so forth.
Sun Lingtong sat cross-legged nearby, silently practicing breathing control, actively adjusting her state.
Ning Zhuo closed his eyes and brewed his thoughts in his mind, continuously conceiving targeted spells.
His mastery was profound, and conceiving these spells was extremely easy for him, as simple as lifting a hand or moving a foot.
Soon, he opened his eyes and said to Zhang Zhongyi, "I have figured it out."
At this moment, Zhang Zhongyi had not finished packing up the herbs yet. He smiled, "Young Master Ning Zhuo, your talent is extraordinary, to have conceived of one so quickly."
"But I am no Earth Element Grandmaster; next, we need to use spells to come up with methods to aid the treatment."
"Therefore, the more spells we conceive, the better I can understand the situation, and the more reasonable the devised methods of assistance will be."
