The scenery outside the carriage window retreated backwards, the official road occasionally bumping slightly, so the verdant landscape rose and fell, moving just like the wheels. There were quite a few stones on the road, early spring had just passed, and the path had not yet been worn smooth by merchants and travelers.
Donggong Ruoshu sat cross-legged, looking as solemn as could be, but in fact, she was learning something as basic as could be, so basic that there were no textbooks, just like no one deliberately teaches a baby how to breathe, and guiding Primordial Qi is just a matter of breathing in and out.
She closed her eyes and calmed her mind, trying to sense and circulate the Primordial Qi within her body, her brows furrowed, a bit of sweat forming at the tip of her nose, as if she were wrestling with an invisible opponent. Clearly, she couldn't find the knack from the start, Yin Weiyin noted silently to himself.
