"This is..." The moment she saw the light orb, Yichuan Ying let out an astonished gasp, trembling with excitement. But just as she halted her spell, the light orb instantly vanished without a trace, leaving only an indelible mark on her retinas.
"I didn't tell you to stop," Cheng Ziang said somewhat speechlessly as he looked at her.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please let me try again," Yichuan Ying apologized repeatedly, no longer exhibiting the demeanor of a young lady.
Cheng Ziang shrugged his shoulders with an indifferent attitude. Yichuan Ying carefully watched him, then slowly began to chant the spell again, feeling the strange sensation wash over her body as she concentrated, and once more a light orb condensed at the tip of her magic wand.
This time, the effect was even better than before. Yichuan Ying successfully formed a light orb the size of a fist, emitting a soft yet bright light.