Some of the Qi spiraled out of balance, disrupting the delicate harmony of Xia Wei's inner being. It gnawed at the surface of his flesh, gradually undermining the vitality beneath. The Lung, which should have been a steadfast conduit for Qi absorption, instead leaked its precious energy, struggling to keep pace with the rhythmic rotation among the eleven meridians.
Each strand of Qi resembled a restless creature, wild and untamed. Left unchecked, they could turn upon the body, wreaking havoc and harm.
"First, I must restore the flow," Xia Wei resolved, his consciousness seizing control of the pivotal starting point for Qi cultivation—the lung meridian.
Like a Qi Condensation cultivator stepping foot into a vast new world, he approached this task with utmost care. The leaking Qi gradually reconvened along its intended course, returning to the line it had strayed from.
