"Are you trying to find ways to cultivate vital energy?"
"Um, no?"
Both of them gave me an incredulous look at my terrible lie. Even A'caen, who couldn't understand English, chuckled softly.
"You know this isn't possible, right?" Imani asked with concern. "Do you think none of us have tried? Yes, I felt the energy coursed through my being in the six years I was here, but I never managed to do anything about it. The slave collar won't let you. It will torment you until you decide to give up on it or lose your sanity."
I frowned, considering her words. I chose the next words very carefully. Thankfully, I didn't have to say anything to her, as A'caen decided to open his mouth at that right moment.
I didn't know what he said, but it caused Imani to frown. She heaved a breath and questioned me. "How did you meditate?"
