"Young man, mastering sealing techniques requires enough time to accumulate experience. Only through constant attempts and mistakes can you achieve true mastery. You're too impatient."
A voice seemingly from the void reached his ears. Su Xiao opened his eyes and rose to his feet. Everything within sight was white. Ahead stood an old man in a white robe, his loose clothing flowing like white flames. His beard and hair were completely white, while his eyes were pitch-black. Clearly, he had sealed some artifact from the abyss within himself—perhaps even an object of sin.
Su Xiao recalled what had happened. He had studied sealing for over thirty hours at 13,200 times the normal efficiency, becoming completely immersed in it. Suddenly, he had felt his mental power nearing exhaustion. Fortunately, an energy had continuously nourished it.
At the time, he had felt like a traveler about to die of thirst in the desert. The energy nourishing his mental power had been like a sweet spring that only dripped one drop after a long while. Thus, he had instinctively reached toward it, intending to drag it over and gulp it down. Vaguely, he had heard a scream and a cry for help. Then everything had gone black.
When he awoke again, he was in this white space. With his knowledge of sealing, he could naturally tell that this was an independently sealed space. As for the old man before him, there was an eighty or ninety percent chance that he was the author of Sin and Sealing, the book Su Xiao had been reading before he fainted.
The old man in white raised his right hand slightly. Complicated sealing formations took shape in his palm. "Our meeting today was both accidental and perhaps fated. I have some attainments in sealing techniques. How about