A thick book, more than a thousand pages long, Nian Bing found himself engulfed in the magic arrays it contained quickly forgetting that he was a chef. The magic mysteries had put him in a trance. Magic, indeed, was a thing of wonder. Its metaphysical essence far surpassed the common understanding of it.
"Nian Bing, could you pause for a moment?" A gentle voice stirred Nian Bing from his study of the magic formations. Looking up, he noticed that Guild President Long Zhi and Long Ling had joined him without him noticing. He hastily stood up and said with some embarrassment, "I'm sorry, President, I was so engrossed."
Long Zhi smiled and said, "No problem, it is good this way. Ling'er told me about your situation already. Could you make a scroll for me to see? I don't quite understand. Even though your magic power is not weak, it is still quite far from mine. Why, then, is your success rate so high when making scrolls?"