POP.
A thumb-sized ball of flame fizzled out in front of Wang Ping. He heaved a sigh. "It's no use, just as I expected."
After failing to observe large-scale magic, he had resorted to practicing basic magical construction. He started with water, first reading the spiritual particle structure of a single drop and then attempting to reconstruct it.
The process went smoothly, but the final step—the formation—always failed. He then tried fire. The construction process was just as smooth, but once again, the final formation would not hold.
"Yu Lian!"
Wang Ping called to Yu Lian, who was beside him.
Understanding his intent, Yu Lian connected her Primordial Spirit and Qi Sea with his. Wang Ping then tried to construct a drop of water again. This time, the instant the thought formed in his mind, a drop of water appeared before him.
"So this is the reality of it?"
Yu Lian asked.
Wang Ping shook his head. "A useless experiment. It's only disturbing my state of mind!"
