"The root of surgery was still inseparably tied to magic. Every organ's patterns contained unique magical profundities. The essence of surgery lay in those patterns. You could understand them as magic arrays, though there were differences. Magic arrays required manual arrangement and could be altered, while living organs were bred into being, their attributes destined from birth. Although some modifications could be made artificially, they would greatly reduce the organ's perfect compatibility."
"The fusion of the Faith World and elements was more complicated than you imagined. They were two entirely different systems, and a certain balance had to be mastered."
"What was truly useful was still the Embryo. That was the best stage for shaping. When there was time, I would show you."
Aimier lay sprawled across Li Ziran's chest, quietly listening to the surgical expertise spilling from this man's lips.
She could tell that all of it was genuine substance.
Over the past two days, she had more or less participated in Li Ziran's modifications as well. Having glimpsed part of the profundities, the more she learned about Embryos and surgery, the more she discovered the wonder of this discipline.
It was decisively many times more advanced than the magic she currently controlled.
More importantly, she liked this man—especially now, after their bout of exertion, quietly listening to him speak about surgical knowledge.
This was enjoyment!
Even more so, it was sweetness.
Li Ziran spoke neither too quickly nor too slowly, casual and at ease, but inwardly he was anxious. He could sense Aimier's curiosity toward surgery, and her affection for him had grown considerably. This woman had even begun to take the initiative. These were all very good signs.
Unfortunately.
Aimier's own body simply would not allow him to touch it. That was the final taboo.
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