The Blood Ash Tinder circled Ning Zhuo's palm once before finally settling into the scarlet gray mark, lying dormant with only a trace of warmth lingering under the skin.
Ning Zhuo slowly opened his eyes.
His face was a bit pale, and a fine layer of sweat covered his forehead. Mana, Essence Blood, and Divine Sense were all severely depleted.
"What a pity." Ning Zhuo gently sighed, "The incantations are too incomplete, this is as far as I could go. I can barely achieve medium refinement and temporarily borrow the fire, but it cannot be considered true mastery."
The Red Robe Guest quietly sighed in relief.
