After devouring her rice bowl, Qiuqiu brought out the spiritual power grading helmet and seized the spare moment to begin practicing.
Though the repetitive, mechanical training was boring, she had to admit that practice made perfect.
The first time was difficult, but after ten, a hundred, a thousand times, her Spirit Sea developed a kind of inertia, and her weightless spiritual power seemed to gain mass. She could perceive more and more details.
Whether the breaths were long or short, her breathing remained steady. With her spiritual power highly concentrated, Qiuqiu carefully divided her Spirit Sea, one portion after another.
She only opened her eyes when all the white lights lit up. Checking the results, the margin of error for the twelve portions of spiritual power had shrunk to under twenty percent.
Qiuqiu wiped the sweat from her forehead. She mused, "If I keep progressing at this rate, it will take another three to five months before I can master this skill perfectly."
