Yin Tingxue spent the time of about one or two incense sticks reading through the mental method once, just as she was about to put the book down, Zhou Yitang instructed, "Read it again."
The young girl pressed her lips together and begrudgingly read it once more.
Half an hour passed, her mouth had grown tired. She cautiously glanced at the one-armed woman.
"I've finished reading."
The latter had already settled down beside her, speaking indifferently, "Recite it then."
Yin Tingxue felt utterly bereft of tears.
Helplessly, she stammered as she began to recite the mental method, which was a hefty three to four thousand words.
Yin Tingxue was accustomed to reciting Buddhist Scriptures. After over an hour, she finally managed to get through it. Exhausted, she could barely catch her breath before hearing the soft tapping of fingers on a teacup.
The one-armed woman gestured for her to prepare the tea.
