Don't Tempt Me

The early morning sun streamed in through the window in Wu Jian’s bedroom, but he ignored it, focusing inward instead of outward. He was seated on his bed, his legs crossed, eyes closed, and hands forming the tiger seal.

His consciousness was already deep inside of his chi sea. He floated above his chi sea and studied the thirteen golden drops of blood floating above it.

These drops, which were roughly the size of his head, was the blood that belonged to Byakko. Four of them were glowing brightly. The rest appeared dull.

Wu Jian had already suspected as much, but while the blood was fully integrated into his body, it wasn’t like he could use it at will. He believed the strength of the blood was simply too great for his body to currently withstand. His cultivation was too weak.