Inside, the inn was warm and calm, the scent of wood polish and burning oil lamps filling the space. The Demon Lord exchanged a few quiet words with Jaha before they separated for the night. Wooyun was given a modest but clean room, the kind that carried just enough comfort without luxury.
Alone, Wooyun sat cross-legged on the bed. His body felt light, his rest in the carriage having fully replenished him. The familiar hum of qi stirred in his dantian, eager to be released. He extended his hands, and immediately sparks of blue and white danced across his palms. The flickers crackled faintly, sharp yet beautiful, like threads of lightning weaving through his fingers. His lips parted in awe. The qi felt different now. Denser, more potent.
[Your lightning qi has gotten stronger.] The book chimed.
Wooyun hummed in agreement.
[Perhaps it's time to focus on the other elements and hone them as well.]
"Hone them?"
