Returning to White Lotus Peak from the Medicine Hall with a crate of medical ingredients, Bai Qingxian passed the courtyard. Lin Yao, who was arranging wooden swords on a rack, watched her walk toward the study with a happy smile.
'The Peak Mistress is indeed responsible,' Lin Yao thought. 'She is keeping a watch on Master. I must make sure no one disturbs them.'
Bai Qingxian pushed open the study door. Su Ming sat at his desk, surrounded by new sheets of parchment covered in structural vectors, angles, and mathematical nodes.
"You are just in time," Su Ming said, gesturing to the papers. "I have refined the meridian node placement. By utilizing high-grade Qi, we can weld the broken marrow paths without causing a structural collapse. The calculations are complete."
Bai Qingxian walked over, looking down at the drawings. The diagrams were beautiful, but her clinical mind immediately recognized the lack of a practical medical foundation.
