Lin Mu gasped.
A clot had formed.
He halted instantly, flooding the area with Qi, breaking the obstruction apart and restoring balance. The pain faded slowly, leaving behind a cold reminder.
"This isn't something I can rush," he muttered.
Still, he continued cautiously.
Over the next two weeks, he experimented with water control in different tissues. Muscles. Organs. Skin.
That was when he discovered something unsettling.
He could extract water from his skin.
At first, it was barely noticeable. A faint dryness. Then, as he increased the effect, his skin lost all moisture. It became pale, cracked, and brittle, as if he had wandered through a desert for months without relief.
Lin Mu stared at his own arm, shocked.
His physique was absurdly resilient. Ordinary injuries struggled to mark him. And yet, here was damage caused not by force, but by absence.
