Lu Shaohua sat cross-legged again, her pale fingers trembling slightly as she formed the familiar hand signs.
The moonlight filtered through the courtyard roof, painting her cheeks in silver light. Her breathing was soft, careful, as if even the air around her would shatter if she exhaled too fast.
Wei Ji stood a few steps away, his hands behind his back, watching every subtle flicker of energy flowing around her.
The green glow that had once wavered with corruption now shimmered faintly with purity, though it still lacked rhythm. He could tell she was still struggling to maintain harmony within her meridians.
"Relax your shoulders," he said quietly. "You're forcing the flow again."
Lu Shaohua nodded, taking another deep breath. "Like this?"
"Not exactly," Wei Ji replied. He walked closer, his calm voice guiding her. "Don't think of it as moving your energy. Think of it as listening to it. Let it move you instead."
She frowned slightly, clearly confused. "Let it move… me?"
