Han Yu flipped back to the beginning and skimmed the technical notes.
They were not written by a grandmaster. The handwriting was uneven in places, the diagrams simplistic, yet the foundation was solid. It seemed like the art had been copied by someone with limited education but high diligence.
A strange irony. A powerful inheritance written in the shaky hand of someone who barely knew how to hold a brush.
Han Yu then tested the first mnemonic. The diagram showed a somewhat unusual Qi circuit that looped around the sternum before descending again through the right arm. It required a surge of Qi to momentarily pass through the heart before converting to fire elemental energy.
He sat cross-legged in the courtyard. Morning air drifted lightly past the tiled roof. He exhaled slowly and followed the prescribed breathing pattern.
