"I already know. You don't have to worry," said the old man as he entered the house and went to Su Yanyu's side. His fingers hovered over Su Yanyu's body.
The movements of his fingers were sometimes slow and sometimes fast, sometimes light and sometimes heavy. It was as if he was strumming the strings of a qin. Although their surroundings were quiet and silent, Ling Chuxi could hear the melodious sound of the qin, which made one's heart cheerful and one's spirit happy. If one looked carefully, the old man had condensed his Qi into a point between his fingers and was controlling it with the movements of his fingers that were sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sending the Qi deep into Su Yanyu's meridians.
