A radish, in the hands of an ordinary cook, is just a radish. But in the hands of a highly skilled chef, it can transcend its original purpose as food, carved into a variety of shapes, becoming an existence akin to a work of art.
The same thing, in the hands of different people, can yield completely different effects and values.
Twelve silver needles, in Jiang Xiaobai's hands, could perform wonders, capable of both saving and taking lives.
"Auntie, there seems to be blood seeping out of your back, and it's black," said Xixi.
"Really?" Gu Weiqin responded. "I can't feel it at all, because it doesn't hurt one bit."
Jiang Xiaobai said, "Don't worry, most of what's in the black blood is cold energy. However, the silver needles can only force out the cold energy from the surface of the muscles. Even medicinal baths are powerless to eliminate the cold energy lurking deep within the internal organs."
