Kyrian was sitting in the meditation position in his now silent courtyard. The high moon was illuminating the surface of the spirit stones scattered before him.
Each one emitted a faint, soft, and cold glow. Kyrian could see the abundance of condensed Qi stored within the stone.
Kyrian then imagined what higher-quality spirit stones would be like. He took a deep breath and then stretched out his hand, picking up one of the stones.
He closed his eyes, guided his breathing, and then opened his eyes again. With extreme focus, he tried to draw out the Qi present in the spirit stone, just as any cultivator would.
However, several seconds passed, and nothing happened.
The stone seemed dead in his hand. As if there was no energy at all, even though he could see the great quantity trapped inside. Kyrian frowned and tried again, concentrating even more intensely.
The veins on his forehead stood out, but still, not a single thread of Qi flowed out of the stone.
