After a few minutes had passed, Quinlan moved to stand, having lost his patience. He didn't feel right sitting next to a young master's corpse. If anyone came by, they would be done for.
"You're not going to heal properly. Idiot Uncle. Sit and meditate. Let the medicine I applied previously do its work. Qi circulation helps with recovery, even for us in the Qi Gathering stage."
"Do you ever stop squeaking, you damned brat?" Quinlan grumbled as he sat cross-legged on the grass. Still, he closed his eyes as instructed.
"Just breathe slowly. In… out. Draw the warmth in. Let it flow."
He obeyed and reached inward. A calm focus took hold of him… and something inside stirred.
A ripple passed through his spine. Heat traveled up his back, pooled in his lungs, and spread into his limbs like a tide. The wound she'd bandaged began knitting together at a speed that made him flinch.
Feng Jiai gasped. "You… you're not even circulating your qi properly. And it's healing that fast?"
