[ Whatever his qi tries to heal feels like a dead branch, broken and browning with no hope of another summer. It's so sad. How can Zhou Zishu bear it? It's like pouring water through a river long turned to dust, nothing is there to get flowing and his own qi cannot heal, only soothe while actively circulating.
He focuses on the place where a golden core should be and tries to stimulate it, as if encouraging a young Lan disciple to cultivate their own. ]
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He focuses on the place where a golden core should be and tries to stimulate it, as if encouraging a young Lan disciple to cultivate their own. ]
What do you feel when I do this?