The Dark Spiritualists' Feint

"Open!" Xia Fei bellowed as he spread his fingers along Xiu Yiyi's temples, cutting off the imperceptible threads of spirit energy accordingly.

"How is it? Have you succeeded?!" Radix asked anxiously. What Xia Fei had done was the final step of the brain region mending surgery, akin to sealing up the wound after a surgical operation. He had spread his spirit energy over Xiu Yiyi's brain region without leaving any traces behind. Accidentally doing so would be like dropping a scalpel into the patient's body, which would be catastrophic.

This step was the hardest portion of doing a brain region mending surgery. In the past, Xia Fei had spent ten minutes each time he treated Xiu Yiyi, but today his session lasted for a whole two hours. Xia Fei was sweating profusely, a clear sign of just how difficult this stage of the surgery had been.