Without hesitation, she forced the pill between his lips. The contact with his tongue instantly dissolved it, releasing a soothing flow of energy that spread through his blood and meridians. Gradually, the storm ravaging his Qi began to calm.
Zhulan scrutinized his face intently, observing the subtle changes taking place.
BaiShe finally opened his eyes and, without delay, struggled to sit up in a meditative position. He inhaled deeply, ignoring the pain tearing through every muscle. He had to regain control.
Zhulan's voice faded into the background, becoming a mere whisper.
He exhaled.
His Qi gradually returned to its normal flow.
'I almost died… twice in a few hours.'
His thoughts were lucid, though weighed down by exhaustion. But he had understood several things during this ordeal.
