"I wonder how far its intake range extends."
Lin Changheng thought to himself and continued his tests.
He stepped backward, putting some distance between himself and the teacup.
One foot!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The teacup was drawn in and taken out, proving that a distance of one foot lay within the intake range of [Life-Concealment Otherworldly Art].
"In that case-"
Lin shifted his feet, retreating two feet away before wrapping the cup in magical power again, establishing a connection and attempting to draw it in.
This time, he found that it did not work.
The teacup did not budge.
"Could the effects of [Otherworldly Art: Life Concealment · Path-Peeking] be limited to this?"
He kept shortening the distance and testing until he finally confirmed that one foot was the limit.
But Lin Changheng did not dwell on it.
With a sweep of his sleeve and a surge of magical power, he pulled a dressing mirror from thirty feet away straight toward himself, stirring a sharp, piercing whistle through the air.
Just as it seemed about to slam into Lin Changheng, it vanished into thin air the moment it came within one foot of him.
It was as though the void had swallowed it.
Only a gust remained, rushing into his face and fluttering his robes.
"In other words, I can shorten the distance myself, then draw it in."
This approach eliminated most of the drawback imposed by the one-foot limit-a roundabout route to saving the day.
"And as Spirit Seizure progresses, the intake range may well change. The volume of this life-hiding space should also expand further-"
This was a conclusion Lin Changheng had drawn from ninety years of using the [Origin Cauldron], not idle fantasy, but reasoning aimed squarely at the mark.
It was a very likely development.
Soon, Lin