“Just treat it as a spell I created.” Lu Yang didn’t elaborate, mainly because there was no clear explanation he could give.0

Seventh Elder didn’t press further. Having witnessed Lu Yang cast the spell, he could easily calculate the relevant ratios for the pills he needed to concoct. Pinching his fingers, he made some quick calculations and nodded. “Wait a moment. The pills will be ready shortly.”0

He picked up a bamboo comb grate (bizi)[1]. Without a second thought, he began pulling out sundry medicinal herbs from the cabinets, not bothering to measure or weigh them. After going around to the medicinal cabinets just once, the bamboo comb grate was already piled with medicinal ingredients, neatly sorted into five portions in the order they’d be refined. Then, he stamped his foot, and tiny flames burst forth, linking together...1