Elder Zhuang straightened up, adjusted his glasses, and raised two fingers.
"The first method is faster. Inject all this powder into your body at once, and with the guidance of my Tree of Life Martial Soul, it will take effect immediately."
"The advantage is speed. The disadvantage is that the process will be painful, and you'll have to endure it. This method will also waste some life force. After all, the amount infused at once is too great for the body to absorb completely."
He lowered his first finger and continued, "The second method is the opposite. Divide the powder into several portions and use one at intervals, letting it flow steadily over time."
"The advantage is that it's safe and gentle, with almost no risk. No life force will be wasted either. The disadvantage is that it takes a long time—roughly one to three years."
After hearing this, Mu En did not hesitate.
"We'll use the first method." The old man set down his teacup. His voice was not loud, but his tone allowed no argument. "Three years is too long. I can't wait that long. So what if some is wasted? Staying alive matters more than anything."
Elder Zhuang glanced at Mu En and did not try to persuade him further.
He knew Mu En's temperament. The old man had never been the sort to lie in bed and slowly recover from illness.
If he was going to be treated, he would be cured in one go. Dragging things out was not his style.
"Fine. We'll begin now." Elder Zhuang rose to his feet and gestured for Mu En to sit on the meditation cushion in the center of the room. Then he stepped back a few paces and took a deep breath.
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