A Strange Dantian
Editor: Henyee Translations
Qiao Mu was dazed for a moment before promptly stilling her breathing and mind and sitting in a lotus position. With a solemn expression, she slowly guided the mystic energy pouring from all directions into her mystic meridians.
When the rushing mystic energy flooded into her body, Qiao Mu instantly felt like she was out of breath.
She was well aware of how extremely weak and fragile her mystic meridians currently were. It could not absorb too much mystic energy at once. This was a classic case of biting off more than she could chew. Greed might not yield a good outcome, perhaps she would even end up worse.
Hence, the green with envy gazes from Yao Ji and her group were quite ironic since Qiao Mu herself did not want to start absorbing all this mystic energy out of the blue at a time like this.