Without wasting a second, Adam gulped Qi like a whale. He controlled the soothing energy coursing through his meridians to seep into his cells.
Applying Lulu's revised technique and focusing on a single one, water and wind entwined into a miniaturised vortex. Yet, the rotational speed picked up, mangling the cell and confirming his first failure.
Far from disappointed, his brows creased into a focused frown as the cell recovered in the blink of an eye, and he tried again. Once, twice, ten times, failure met his every attempt, but a smile played on his lips.
Even if it seemed hard, it wasn't. He had already found the ideal speed on his fourteenth try—fast enough to draw in Qi without destroying the cell. Now, he only needed to make its spin perpetual and automatic, like a windmill generating energy through the breeze.
