A thick, black, sticky substance coating her arms and legs.
Impurities.
Her body… was expelling impurities.
Her mind stalled.
This shouldn't be possible.
Normally, only cultivators—real cultivators—experienced impurity discharge when breaking through levels, especially during early stages like Qi Refining. But she didn't even have a technique. She didn't have a single sliver of qi in her meridians.
So why—how—was her body reacting like this?
Zhirou, meanwhile, was still pouting in frustration as she realized her sister wasn't listening to a single word she said. She opened her mouth to complain again, but—
Sniff. Sniff.
Her small nose scrunched violently as a horrendous stench slapped her across the face.
"What is this disgusting smell?!"
The words barely left her lips before a hand clamped over her mouth.
