Young Master Zhao laughed, "Master Changying, you are truly impressive."
Changying lowered her gaze. Her ancestor had been a master of Daoist arts, but no mortal can escape the ravages of time, and he eventually grew old and died. Unwilling to reincarnate, his soul's power remained, allowing him to lend his strength to his disciples in exchange for their accrued merit. This merit was then converted back into power, keeping his soul intact. She didn't know why he refused to reincarnate, only that his repeated cycles had made his power formidable.
Her success just now was thanks to his help; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to transfer Nanli's intricate protective talisman.
"Just a minor skill, not worth mentioning. I bled two pounds, just ask for more money," Changying stood up, but her strength hadn't fully returned, and she nearly stumbled again.