This time, Lin Ming was thoroughly prepared! When it came to drawing low-level inscriptions, his skill was absolutely at a master's level!
Having prepared the material juices, Lin Ming spread his hands, and a single drop of Celestial Wind Grass Juice immediately flew into midair as if it had a Spirituality of its own.
Gazing at the pearl-like green drop of juice, Lin Ming closed his eyes. All the various Hand Seals and control methods were already seared into his mind. Combined with the memories from the ownerless Soul, these complex operations had practically become a physical instinct.
