Xiao Tongquan finished his demonstration. With a flick of his large sleeves, he turned and returned to the tea table, his demeanor calm and composed.
Luo Tong was dazzled, his heart filled with yearning.
He had spent seventy to eighty thousand talisman coins just to bribe his way to Zhou Guang of the Forging Room, learning the Little Refining Yuan Fire Control Technique from the Labor Institute's Records Room. Yet, to this day, he hadn't even grasped the basics.
Forget about being like Xiao Tongquan, who could wield it as he pleased, moving it with a mere thought. Even the most fundamental cultivation circulation was difficult for him.
Zhou Guang was a money-grubber who only recognized cash, and his appetite was absurdly large. Even though Luo Tong frequently paid his respects with gifts, all he got in return were a few brief, crude pointers.
