One of the herbs he had chosen possessed compatible spiritual energy, but its medicinal essence reacted differently when subjected to the final refinement, creating an interaction that had not been anticipated in the original structure.
The elder noticed it immediately, his experienced eyes catching the subtle incompatibility.
"She's close. Very close. But it still isn't enough."
Lio Han crossed his arms, his expression thoughtful.
"It still won't be enough. She needs one more piece, something she hasn't found."
Farther away, a young man named Zhou Jian worked in an almost opposite manner. His approach, as aggressive as Mei Rong's, was delicate. His method was extremely fast, a technique that prioritized speed over precision.
