Han Xuhan's face was blank as he watched Elder Kong Ye's hands forming a blur over the pages. Bottled ink flew out on its own, controlled by Kong Ye's thoughts, and a perfect script appeared on the papers with mechanical precision.
Good heavens! How could someone develop the printing press industry in the world of cultivation when text could be produced like this?
Even diagrams and images were being drawn in the blink of an eye, each of them more complex than the last! What was the lowest level of cultivation required to achieve this feat?
His face grew nonplussed when Kong Ye finished writing and offered the thick stack of papers to him.
"Elder, this is...?"
"A basic manual to cultivate a special Mystic Art. It's not in our sect's collections. So I had to write it down from memory."
"You're giving away a Mystic Art for free? To me? Just like that?" Han Xuhan asked, feeling a little alarmed.
