The meditation room, past noontime.
On a low wooden table in the room, an Essence-gathering Incense was burning. The curling smoke had condensed in mid-air, lingering there like layers of rolling clouds, from which a thin streak had separated itself out and slowly drifted towards Xiaozhai.
With her eyes closed, Xiaozhai focused her mind and activated the Thunder Technique. A streak of perfect white energy rose out of her Lung Palace, circulated in her five organs, and passed through all her meridians before reaching her right palm.
"Crack!"
She held her palm out flat and saw electric arcs flickering upon it. The ceaselessly changing pattern reminded her of a little universe being born and dying out constantly, all within that palm of hers.
She enjoyed this experience; it gave her the feeling that everything was under control of her own sweet will.
