'What kind of genius is this?'
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Yu Qiuyan eventually cleared her throat and composed herself.
"Good. You both absorb Soul Qi very efficiently. That means you're suited for the next step."
She then reached into her sleeve and produced two palm-sized crystals, each one etched with ancient, weathered texts that neither of them recognized.
"These," she continued, "contain weak-grade Soul Qi, as well as fragments of inscription comprehension."
Xiao Fang lifted the crystal, the strange characters shimmering subtly as if alive. Even without deciphering the text, he felt an instinctive pull—like the runes themselves were whispering to him.
"When you absorb the Soul Qi inside of these," Yu Qiuyan said, "your soul will temporarily synchronize with the inscriptions embedded within the crystal."
"What does that mean?" Xun Wei asked.
