Give Me My Jianium
Wu Meiying watched with a smile on her face as Wu Jian continued to diligently cultivate. She had been watching him these past three days and helping him where she could, offering advice, guiding him with her several millennia of experience. It wasn’t like she had to do much. Wu Jian took everything she taught and absorbed it like a sponge.
At the moment, Wu Jian was sitting on a circular mat, which floated several chih off the ground. The mat was glowing with a sealing array that absorbed, multiplied, and enhanced any chi that was infused with the Dao of Space. Wu Meiying had seen mats like this before, though she never expected to see one on this planet. Not enough people knew of the Dao of Space here to have one made, which meant it likely came from an outsider who visited long ago.