The horrifying sight left Zhang Xulin stunned.
"T-This is too exaggerated…"
Yang Qingxi crossed her arms while forcing herself to remain calm despite the discomfort crawling across her skin.
"Exaggerated?" she said lightly. "Not really. This is simply the power of a special technique."
Leng Shuang's eyes sparkled while staring at Su Mo.
"Amazing…"
Her voice carried obvious admiration.
"It's like Master became the king of ants."
Yang Qingxi immediately noticed the longing in Leng Shuang's gaze.
"You want a special technique too?" she asked.
Leng Shuang nodded honestly.
"Miss Yang… can I learn one?"
Yang Qingxi smiled faintly.
"I don't know. Special techniques aren't things people can learn whenever they want."
"Some people are born with them. Others awaken them through talent, opportunity, or hard work."
"That sounds very vague," Leng Shuang muttered.
"It is vague," Yang Qingxi admitted calmly. "That's why special techniques are so rare."
