Qinglan Sect, outer door miscellaneous area.
It was getting dark, and a gray mist shrouded the low houses and bare hillsides. The air was filled with a lingering smell of dust, sweat, and some kind of old musty wood. Reiki? The thing was so thin that it was almost imperceptible, and the breath was filled with earthly turbidity.
Lin Mo sat up from the hard bed, feeling sore and tired in his bones. After meditating all night, the tiny amount of spiritual energy absorbed was not enough for the damaged "Qi-Entraining Technique" in the body to function for half a week. The sea of Qi in Dantian is empty, like an old well that has been dry for a hundred years.
