Chapter 5327 Take It Slow
- At first, Lyra's own spiritual energy bucked like a wild colt, slamming against the very meridians that had torn open during their cultivation in the tower. Each strike sent a needle of pain along her nerves.
- Jared's spiritual energy, by contrast, moved with the seasoned patience of a shepherd guiding restless sheep. He stroked the turbulent streams into tidy order, ushering them along the meridians until their hostility ebbed into calm.
- “Here—hold with just a third of your strength,” he murmured as the spiritual energy reached her left arm's Elbow Acupoint. “Picture the spiritual energy as a warm jade pestle, gliding across the meridians—press, never pounding.”