"Spirituality, souls... If the shamans here went to the world of the God of Death, they could probably advance even further. But the Fabric Teleportation Technique is the most impressive. Looks like I still need to find Citlali."
After studying with Oroloren for two days, Shen Fei had roughly mastered the Yanamizu spells. However, if he wanted to go any further, Oroloren could no longer help him. He could only seek out Citlali. It was not that Oroloren was unskilled; he was simply still young and had yet to master many spells.
For Shen Fei, the Fabric Teleportation Technique among the Yanamizu spells was what he most wanted to learn. The Yanamizu had an Obsidian Ritual Ground, a place where they worshipped their ancestors. There were no gates there; it could only be reached through fabric teleportation.
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Shen Fei, who had been observing Shan Wang's condition from the side, immediately stepped forward. With a wave of his right hand, he sent Giniqi aside. Then a huge syringe appeared in his left hand. While Shan Wang looked utterly bewildered, Shen Fei plunged the needle into its body and injected the substance inside.
"What did you do?" Giniqi hurriedly asked.
"Don't worry. I only restored it to normal. From now on, it won't need the Night-Ward Ritual, nor will it need to sleep."
As Shen Fei answered Giniqi's question, he continued observing Shan Wang's condition. The facts proved that Rhinedottir's Alchemy was indeed extraordinary.
"Really?" Giniqi asked excitedly.
"Of course. If you don't believe me, you can observe it for a few more days." Shen Fei nodded.
"Lord Shan Wang, how do you feel?"
"I feel great. I've never felt this good before." Shan Wang clearly had not expected to ever make a full