Li Zhiyuan attempted to view the fragmented porcelain in his palm as a part of his own body, continuing to peel back a corner of the seal and infusing his own blood into it.
"Buzz!"
A ceramic dagger slowly emerged from Li Zhiyuan's palm.
But it had only half emerged when Li Zhiyuan began to feel shortness of breath and palpitations, symptoms of excessive blood loss.
Li Zhiyuan hurriedly stopped, and in an instant, the half-exposed dagger in his palm solidified, then turned into dust like dry soil and scattered away.
"This shouldn't be..."
During combat, Xu Yijin's pottery "shushed" outward, able to be molded into ceramic dolls and used for defense.
How come, when it comes to him, such a small half-dagger is almost unsustainable?
Li Zhiyuan laid his right hand in front of himself, staring intently at it while repeatedly recalling the scenes of Xu Yijin employing this ability.
Quickly, he began to get a sense of it.
