"You are forcing your body to remember what it once was," Yuan Si said, his tone still void of any warmth. "But memories do not make strength. You will form your foundation from the beginning, as you should have done."
Another pulse of his energy entered her body, steadier this time. It circled through her limbs before feeding into her dantian, tightening the swirl of her internal energy. Her meridians resisted at first—shivering under the pressure—but Yuan Si maintained strict control, keeping her internal balance from tipping too far in any direction.
"Your flow is unstable. Slow it down."
Her lips parted slightly, her body damp with sweat. She adjusted her breath again, following his rhythm.
The core inside her pulsed. It was beginning to take shape.
