Wrik felt a strand of foreign mana invade his body, but he did not obstruct its path, as Sophia said it. He closed his eyes as instructed by Sophia and paid his entire attention to the foreign mana. The mana moves quietly as fast as his mind could follow. It was on his left palm, and after only about a dozen seconds, the mana divided into four ways and rushed towards some specific locations in his palm.
The foreign mana searched for the maha point on his left palm until it started revolving around some micro whirlpools. Four of them, there were four micro whirlpools inside Wrik's left palm.
"Those nano whirlpools you're sensing are the maha point," Sophia's voice came into his ears. "Imprint those places in your mind."
Roses are Red
Violets are blue,
The thought of writing 3k words a day
makes me want to lay.
He he, or are you expecting something profound?
BTW I added a three-line epigraph on the very first chapter, might check that out.
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