Eric knew that what lay beyond should be Jeming's secret clinic, so he didn't ask further.
Jeming walked into the small room and closed the door.
He stood in the center of the room and extended his hand.
Under the manipulation of Alchemy, Spiritual Power began to surge, condensing at his fingertips into a manipulation power as precise as the particle level.
He casually placed his hand on an empty wooden box nearby, using the moisture in the air and various elements in the box to quickly synthesize paper and ink.
This process was as natural to Jeming as breathing, and he could precisely control the arrangement of every molecule almost instinctively.
Paper materialized below his palm, appearing out of nothing, stacking page by page to form thickness.
Next was the cover, a dark brown hard cardboard with fine textures on the surface.
Then came the binding, sewn with thread, solid yet supple.
Finally, the text…
