Lu Shaohua's eyes shimmered uncertainly before she gave a small nod. "If you wish to, young master Han Ji."
Wei Ji smiled faintly, brushing dust off his sleeves as he stepped into the middle of the courtyard. The sunlight fell upon his shoulders, golden rays cutting through the faint mist of spiritual energy that hung in the air. The flowers seemed to shift with his movements, as if quietly watching him.
He knelt, placing his right palm on the ground. The soil was warm, pulsing faintly with Qi. "Spirit Root Binding Technique," he murmured under his breath, forming the hand seal with practiced ease. Green light flickered between his fingers, thin and stable at first. But just as he channeled his Qi into the soil, the light flickered violently. The ground trembled, and then—
Boom!
A sharp gust of air exploded outward. The energy scattered like shattered glass. The flowers nearest to him swayed violently, some petals slicing through the air.
