The next morning, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading a warm golden glow across the dark brown hardwood floor.
The sea breeze slipped in through the slightly open window, carrying a salty, damp scent as it stirred the sheer edges of the curtains.
Xinhai had already gotten up and completed his first set of the Dewford Twelve Forms—he could now perform the first eight forms. Although he was still far from Brawly's smooth, flowing mastery, he had improved tremendously compared to a week ago.
He then practiced a set of Tai Chi, took a shower, and ate breakfast. Now, he sat at the desk in the living room, with a complete set of Pokéblock-making equipment laid out before him.
Gardevoir stood beside Xinhai, its Psychic Field closely monitoring every change within the mixing chamber—the temperature, humidity, and how thoroughly the various ingredients had blended. The moment anything went off, it would immediately notify Xinhai through Telepathy.
After the crushing stage was completed smoothly, Xinhai activated the machine's heating function, and the temperature inside slowly and steadily rose.
Xinhai kept his eyes fixed on the numbers on the control panel, his fingers hovering above the emergency stop button.
Then came the most crucial step—Centrifugal Purification.
Both of Xinhai's hands moved at once, pressing the machine's four buttons as he made delicate adjustments to the centrifugal speed, encouraging the essences of different Berries and herbs to blend perfectly.
At that moment, Gardevoir's Psychic Field became even more concentrated, like an invisible hand assisting Xinhai in regulating every tiny variable inside the mixing chamber.
Heating, spinning, compressing... the remaining steps flowed through in one seamless motion under Xinhai's steady control.
When the hum inside the mixing chamber gradually dropped from a high frequency, and the indicator lights on the control panel changed