He rose into the air.
Settled into the invisible current he'd been using and moved back above the mountain slope to watch the delivery arrive.
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The slope was quiet when Lin Yuxi stopped hitting things.
She'd run out of accessible rubble in the immediate radius and had straightened up, fists at her sides, blood on her knuckles and tears she was pretending were sweat drying on her face, and she had started the specific breathing exercise that her Foundation Establishment cultivation required when it was misbehaving — the qi routing through the main meridians in the pattern her sect had taught her, the same pattern that worked every other time, the same pattern that was currently arguing with something in her body that didn't want to be routed.
She was stronger than everyone back home thought.
