Passing on the Lamp of the Buddha's Heart: Wu Song Infused with Spiritual Power; the Emergency Headband Is Developed! (Continued)

Her eyes curved into crescents:

"It's good as long as I can help my lord..."

"Since that's the case, don't stop."

Lin Chen was not the sort to dote on women to the point of delaying important matters.

Now that they had the means of production, they had to use it to the bitter end.

Every second of delay could mean someone mutating in their dreams.

"Xiaoqian, you handle the ink supply, and feed spiritual power to Yingtai while you're at it. Don't let her wear herself out.

Yingtai, follow my template and copy it with everything you've got!

Tonight, we'll make as many as we can!"

"Yes!"

The two women answered in unison.

The previously quiet meditation chamber instantly became an efficient assembly line.

Lin Chen was responsible for "setting the master copy" and "infusing it with spiritual power."

Zhu Yingtai was responsible for "mass reproduction."

Nie Xiaoqian was responsible for "logistical support."

Time ticked by, second by second.

The finished portraits piled at the corner of the desk rose at a visible rate.

One hundred... three hundred... five hundred...

The temperature inside the meditation chamber gradually rose without anyone noticing.

It was heat generated by the friction of spiritual power running at high intensity.

Zhu Yingtai's face slowly turned pale.

The hair at her forehead had been soaked through with sweat, clinging to her cheeks.

A glistening bead of sweat

slid down the bridge of her straight nose.

It dripped onto the rice paper, spreading into a tiny wet stain.

The green Confucian robe she wore had long since been drenched in sweat.

It clung tightly to her body, tracing the graceful rises and curves of the maiden's figure.

Yet her eyes only grew brighter and brighter.

Every stroke of her brush was not merely an expenditure—it was