The violently compressed, hyper-dense Harmonious Five-Grain Qi of the Dao of the Iron Wok, which had been forcefully suppressed for hours, came rushing back into Ji'an's meridians like a tidal wave of pure, unadulterated kinetic power.
Her muscles hummed, and her blood roared. She felt the terrifying, rhino-crushing strength return to her limbs.
But Ji'an was a master chef; she knew how to control the heat.
She didn't let a single ounce of that terrifying Qi leak into her external aura.
She kept it entirely, flawlessly suppressed within her internal meridians, maintaining the illusion of a weak, fragile mortal.
She rubbed her reddened wrists, letting out a soft, appreciative moan.
"Oh, thank you, Master," Ji'an whispered, stepping fully into his personal space, resting her hands lightly on his bare chest. She dragged her fingernails slowly down his sternum, feeling his abdominal muscles jump under her touch. "You are so generous. Now... let me show you how grateful I am."
