Lately, her eyes and ears had become much sharper, and since she had begun studying the Qi Cultivation techniques in the mysterious little booklet, the burning in her body seemed to compress itself little bit little every day, but though the sensation was ever-present, two days stood out clearly from the rest. The first time she had been keenly aware of the burning sensation compressing on itself had been on the day that Fifth Aunt had almost drowned her, and the second time was as she had fallen from the building. After those two occasions, her body seemed to greatly relax, giving her a sensation of rebirth and ascending.
This sensation followed closely on the heels of life and death struggles — was there a connection?
Feng Zhiwei remembered how Gu Nanyi had pointed at her as she was falling and thought back to the almost familiar black robed figure in Jing Zhai, some understanding dawning on her.