More herbs were added, the flame increased, then decreased, the temperature changing several times within a few seconds. The Qi inside the cauldron began to circulate, the medicinal essence of the ten correct herbs mixing with the four auxiliary ones.
The combination seemed chaotic to any external observer, but Kyrian could see every flow, every current of energy. He knew exactly where each energy was, knew when to increase the fire, knew when to reduce it, knew when to release Qi and, most importantly, knew when to do absolutely nothing, a patience that came from his deep understanding of the process.
The elder responsible for the competition watched every movement, his expression becoming increasingly serious.
"He isn't following any conventional techniques."
Lio Han smiled, his voice filled with conviction.
"Because he doesn't need to."
"Even so, he should be making mistakes."
"He is."
The elder turned his face, surprised.
"What?"
