Lu Chengran's eyes moved toward him.
Zhou Han continued, "The breathing technique has made it easier to notice. Before, I thought I was only weak from the fever. But every time I follow the cycles Li Yue taught us, there is a current beneath my skin. It gathers when I breathe slowly. It moves when I focus. I cannot control it yet, but it is there."
The room quieted.
Major Lin's attention sharpened.
Tang Li Yue had already begun teaching the people in the farmhouse a simple breathing technique days ago. It was not true cultivation, no matter how many times Chen Qiao had asked whether he could become a martial arts master after three mornings of practice.
It was only a basic method. A way to steady the breath, become aware of the body, and stop the mind from running in circles whenever the world became unbearable.
In the beginning, Tang Li Yue had taught it because panic was inefficient.
Now, it was becoming something else.
Lu Chengran looked at Zhou Han carefully.
