Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 363 Needle Of Ninth Revival

As Caylie focused on applying the needles, she seemed to be in a trance, deeply inhaling her scent and almost losing herself in the moment.

After the first needle, Caylie paused, observing no apparent reaction.

Marley, seizing the moment to showcase his skill, chose a golden needle and expertly inserted it into Emrys arm, the metallic sheen of the needle adding a touch of grandeur to the procedure.

Caylie proceeded with the second and then the third needle. her technique meticulous and precise. Marley trailed closely behind her.

At this point, the Jetroinian man’s previously contented expression began to shift, a slight furrow appearing on his brow, indicating the beginnings of discomfort.

After three needles, her acupuncture technique was beginning to show its effectiveness,

Reuben and his entourage, initially skeptical and dismissive, found their attention inadvertently drawn to the unfolding duel.

The third needle insertion by Caylie had captured their focus entirely, betraying their earlier derision.

Observing her technique, it became evident to them that Caylie was not merely competent but possessed a depth of skill that belied her calm demeanor.

By the fifth needle, a collective realization dawned upon them, prompting a surprised glance toward

Duncan.

resemblance to Duncan’s renowned

there

in fact, a reversed version of the revered Needle of Ninth

inquired. “Duncan, did you impart this particular set of acupuncture techniques to Ms. White? It appears somewhat unusual.”

retorted tersely. “Refrain from calling me ‘Dunc.’ We aren’t on such

marked by a clear reluctance to engage further on the topic, leaving Reuben with no choice but to swallow his questions and turn his attention back to the ongoing contest, his

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turning into labored gasps as sweat beaded on bis forehead, a clear sign

contrast, Emrys maintained his composure, seemingly unaffected by the acupuncture.

the tension in

Jetronian man’s face contorted with pain, his facial muscles twitching involuntarily, a testament

taken aback by the unfolding

it mirrored Duncan’s in its foundation, was being executed

cement one’s status in the traditional medicine field, much like Duncan had done in his heyday with his renowned set of skills.

wrestling with a

her expertise. Her proficiency in acupuncture was not just commendable; it was exemplary, befitting the title of a ‘Master‘ and indicative of a prodigious

speechless as the duel

a new meridian pathway with the next needle. Yet, Caylie surprised