Song Shijiu, having received a suggestion, incredibly diligently practised the skills; but she was entirely without a foundation, and without method, only relying on holding her breath with rapt attention; it really caused one embarrassment; having practised for a few days, there wasn’t even any progress. So, she went to plead with A Yin, saying that before she’d given an incantation that was “as lovely as a flower”, which had been very useful; and, she considered other’s skills, most of the time they also needed incantations to be recited to work, and she asked A Yin to use her mind, and gift her another one. A Yin cracked a melon seed, and spat the shell into the handkerchief, carelessly getting a small amount on the corner of her mouth, and she raised her hand to grab it, carefully considering. It had to be fierce and succinct, as well as useful. “Then…” She wrapped the melon seed in the handkerchief, and said, “Go drop dead.” Tu Laoyao snorted, laughing in a manner more lively than