Chapter 163
With a single wave of Qin Long's hand, the Golden Needles, which had been fiery red moments before, turned chillingly cold. They froze the black droplets of blood into ice, which he then knocked into a trash can. With a final flick of his right wrist, all nine Golden Needles retracted into the bronze-colored bracelet.
Mu Daochun held his breath, hoping to learn some techniques from the sidelines, but he couldn't comprehend any of it. Qin Long's movements, while seemingly familiar, were intricate and complex with every step. Mu Daochun simply could not grasp them, and the Tang family understood even less.
Once Qin Long's treatment concluded, Mu Daochun hurriedly showered him with praise. "Young Master Qin, your control of the Golden Needles is truly exquisite."
Although Mu Daochun had diligently studied the Golden Needles for decades, his skills were child's play compared to Qin Long's. He was genuinely filled with admiration.
