Since returning from the Healing Division, Mo Han did not rest for even a breath.
The large bundles of thick leather-bound manuals were scattered across the open hall of his stone house. Unlike a normal disciple who would pick one book and spend days struggling to memorize even a single chapter, Mo Han had all ten manuals opened at once. His eyes scanned the pages as if drinking water after a long drought, and his fingers tapped lightly on the floor in strange rhythms, following the flow of mental calculations.
It looked impossible—ten manuals of knowledge meant for a year's worth of study, open and spilling their secrets in a single night. Yet Mo Han sat there like a monk of wisdom, absorbing line after line, formula after formula, incantation after incantation.
At first, Jia Kai and Chi Kai exchanged worried glances. But after watching how focused he was, they no longer disturbed him. They simply sat quietly to the side, cultivating their own techniques.
