Lind felt sick. He could remember clearly the last time he was sick. He had been barely 7 years old and had a severe fever. His mother had worked tirelessly to make pills for him and also his favorite soup.
He later understood she used a healing Art on him very gently to make sure he survived. Despite his innate cultivation talent, Body Refining Realm was still susceptible to illness as much as a mortal.
Since he became a Soul Realm, however, he had never once felt ill or under the weather. Exhausted, sore all over, and near death, but not sick. The lethargy of his body and the wish to keep sleeping rather than being awake was familiar yet foreign.
"Qi deviation." He mumbled what it had to be but if that was the worst of it, he was lucky. Qi deviation varied greatly depending on the cause, but considering he had been on his way to facing his tribulation, it should have been severe.
