"Shouldn't we observe for a while longer?"
Feng Yuan looked nervously at Lu Feng. It was not that he doubted the latter's attainments in arrays, but he worried that Lu Feng had not observed thoroughly enough and that some mistake might occur.
Lu Feng paid no heed to Feng Yuan's doubts and distrust. He merely swept him a cold glance before drawing the Spirit Source Liquid out from the jade bottle with his fingertips.
Wrapped in spiritual energy, the source liquid leaving the bottle condensed into a crystalline, translucent thread. Guided by Lu Feng's fingers, it nimbly adhered to Feng Minglang's skin at the very front.
Two fingers served as the brush, source liquid as the ink.
Starting from the blood-patterned ring on his arm, it extended along the paths of his meridians, forming elegant, profound, seamless patterns in one fluid stroke.
Feng Minglang only felt a chill spread throughout his body. As he sucked in a cold breath, the cold was so intense that his breathing seemed to stop. His entire body stiffened, and he did not dare move an inch.
Feeling the turbid spiritual energy within him, contaminated by Death Qi, begin to stir faintly as the source liquid settled upon his body, he could not help but feel astonished and impressed by Lu Feng's Guiding technique.
"Raise your foot!"
Lu Feng's voice rang out.
Feng Minglang suddenly snapped back to his senses and hurriedly cooperated, raising his left foot and then his right.
As the final chill entered through the Foot Center Acupoint on the sole of his right foot, the engraving was declared complete.
At that moment, the Spirit Source Liquid on Feng Minglang's body had nearly evaporated entirely. Yet the white, silken traces left behind where the liquid had flowed before evaporating formed a perfect