Just as Ye Fei was about to ask her what she was doing, he suddenly saw a white mist emanating from Ye Yunqi's hands, like steam rising from a cup of hot water placed in a cold place. However, this mist condensed and did not disperse, only lingering around her small hands.
"Condensing Qi into form?" Ye Fei couldn't help but exclaim. Although he had not practiced the family's inherited internal cultivation techniques before, he was knowledgeable about these superficial matters.
Condensing Qi into form meant being able to solidify the internal true essence into a tangible form, demonstrating it in a visual way. Ye Yunqi's mist-like true essence at this moment was precisely in the initial stage of condensing Qi into form.