"The book says that even a genius would need a year to master the Wumei Finger. I only took a day. Could it be that I'm a once-in-a-century prodigy?"
Qin Hao felt more and more impressed with himself the more he thought about it.
With a sense of pride, he pointed his finger towards the wall. Even before his fingers touched it, a loud "whoosh" sound was heard, accompanied by a flash of fire at his fingertips.
Hiss!
The thick wall was no different from tofu; his two fingers completely penetrated it.
"Hmm, now I can produce sparks at will. I've completely mastered the Wumei Finger!"
After confirming his strength, Qin Hao adjusted his hairstyle and went to the kitchen.
In a great mood, he hadn't forgotten there was still a patient at home.
To help Lin Yuhan recover, he specially cooked a nourishing medicinal soup.
He quickly brought the soup over to Lin Muhan: "I made this tonic soup for you. Drink it first."
