"Cough, cough, should be enough practice now, let's begin." Han Yan said, feeling uneasy under her peculiar gaze.
"Alright, let's begin." Jiang Qiling replied with a serious tone, reining in her chaotic emotions.
Han Yan simultaneously performed hand gestures and recited the mnemonic, while Jiang Qiling followed along, her fingers moving swiftly.
Runes of light and shadow emerged from their hands, so mysterious and dazzling.
It must be said, Jiang Qiling's foundation was indeed solid. This set of hand gestures was a temporary combination improvised by Han Yan to suit the situation, and even she herself was not too familiar with it. Yet Jiang Qiling, having practiced only a dozen times, was not much inferior.
Their coordination was flawless, flowing naturally to the point that even Han Yan had to secretly lament, what a pity, if only they were allies instead of enemies.
