Han Jin cast a Charm of Spirit Refreshment on himself the moment his mind was clear, then disappeared underground again. He rose out from behind the magician who had casted the arc of lightning, and struck him with his palm. With a scream, the magician flew forward into the distance. 

Han Jin's facial expression had changed drastically; his pupils had retracted to the size of a needle, his eyes were narrowed, and his handsome face had scrunched together. No one would want to die in despair, but that wasn't the important part. What the mercenaries should have never done was make Han Jin remember his past!

His master had only accepted one disciple, and according to him, he couldn't afford to train another. Since both the master and disciple were of the same vein, both had to absorb energy, which in turn caused irreconcilable conflicts. If both could absorb the energy of a charm, who should have it? Yet, his master had always conceded the charm to him. Initially, he didn't think much of