The young woman pulled out a small bottle and began channeling her Spirit Essence. The cap of the bottle opened as the required energy was met, and the room filled with a faint, eerie glow.
A milky white solution rose out of the bottle, forming a floating droplet. The young woman guided it carefully toward the center of Yu Lan's Yin Flower, as if she were trying to inseminate it. Her movements were delicate, precise, as she pushed the droplet into the flower. She didn't stop, her focus unshaken, as if she could see through flesh and beyond.
After a while, she finally stopped. "It's done. Return to yourself," she said.
Yu Lan closed her legs and stood up, acting as if nothing had happened. She bowed again, kneeling on the floor. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, her emotions returned. Her face softened, and she looked up at the young woman.
"Nurture it well," the young woman reminded her, her tone firm but not unkind.
