Could it beco turbid once more?
This thought frightened Lin Xiaolu herself.
In previous teachings, Asou Haruka had discussed this issue with her, and the answer was—it was theoretically feasible, but practically there was no benefit.
Because turbidity itself was already a process of stripping away the commonality of magic power, making it more individualized. Could a second turbidity make the already individualized magic power even more personalized?
The answer was no.
In fact, subjecting already turbid magic power to a second turbidity would only cause the magic power to regain a portion of commonality, which would cause it to revert back to its original form.
This effect, which seed as if a double negative resulted in a positive, was sothing that Asou Haruka had not yet figured out the specific principles of. But without a doubt, getting turbid twice, even losing extra ntal effort and magic power in the process, to obtain so unaltered magic power, was indeed no gain at all.
Therefore, Lin Xiaolu was surprised at her own thought: knowing the result of "becoming turbid once more," why did her intuition still tell her it was worth a try?
But quickly, she cast aside these pointless dilemmas—it was just a try after all; there would be no loss.
Embracing this idea, she concentrated her mind on the magic power in her hands and then applied the techniques she had learned during this period, influencing the pale blue fla.
The fire-like magic power in her hands, under Lin Xiaolu's efforts, gradually beca calm, and then, the form of the fla slowly dissipated, leaving only the lustre of ordinary magic power.
This act naturally did not escape Bai Ji's eyes.
What on earth is she up to?
The first thought that popped into Bai i's mind was just that.
Re-turbidifying magic power that had already undergone turbidity was sothing she naturally had tried, and it could even be said that everyone in the Bai'an City squad who had learned this technique had attempted it.
But the answer to this attempt was also consistent—returning to ordinary magic power.
And now, the other person was attempting this in the midst of battle—was it foolish, or simply an expression of disdain for herself?
Her thoughts quickly spun in her head, but unlike Lin Xiaolu, Bai Ji did not start to get distracted; instead, she swung the magic device in her hand once more, intending to add a few more strikes, to end this annoying battle.
No matter what the other person was thinking about, the first thing to do was to take her down.
With this thought in mind, Bai Ji pointed the tip of her pen at Lin Xiaolu, the magic power coalescing above it, intending to take the opportunity to knock Lin Xiaolu down.
But at this mont, a slight abnormality appeared in her vision. Specifically, it appeared on Lin Xiaolu.
Because the magic power that had previously returned to calm from a state of turbidity and was quietly resting in Lin Xiaolu's hands seed to have faded a bit.
The original pale blue had gradually lost its color, as if soone had drawn it out, becoming more and more translucent.
Was it an illusion?
Before Bai Ji could confirm this idea, she noticed the magic power in Lin Xiaolu's hands fading a bit more, until it turned from pale blue to an exceedingly piercing white.
It told Bai Ji with its own actual existence: this was not an illusion.
Then, this sar of white, starting from a small cluster in Lin Xiaolu's hands, suddenly spread out.
The white color, at this mont, captured everyone's gaze.
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