Gale got into the bathhouse and found nothing amiss. Nothing but his disciple that was. She was submerged in the water still with a horrified expression on her face.
Gale couldn't fathom the reason behind that. Nothing indicated anything amiss, but something gave her quite a big scare.
"What happened?" he asked.
"My Qi," Xiaolin cried, "it's still the same, it's not recovering."
A frown crept to Gale's brows immediately. He had discussed this with Xiaolin before, mentioning her condition wouldn't be solved with just one advancement, but it surely would diminish the demerits of her constitution.
"Is there no improvement?" Gale asked.
"I don't know," Xiaolin said in her panic, "I can't tell."
"Hmm," Gale hummed in contemplation. He wouldn't get to a solution without some examination, but this was hardly the time or place to do that. "Linlin, how much Qi do you have?"
"I'm two-thirds full," Xiaolin said.
