You Shouldn't be Back at the Academy Right Now

Slowly, the chaotic waves of energy inside him began to calm, like a storm settling after a long battle.

For hours, Wuxie meditated in silence, his breathing slow and rhythmic, matching the faint crackle of the fire in Master Fu's cabin.

Shadows stretched across the walls as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the room in hues of deep orange and muted gray. Wovi hovered nearby, his tiny wings emitting a soft hum as he observed Wuxie with a mixture of worry and awe.

He'd never seen Wuxie like this before—so still, so focused, almost as if he were a completely different person.

Master Fu sat cross-legged in the corner, his sharp eyes never leaving Wuxie. He stroked his long beard, his expression inscrutable, though there was a flicker of approval in his gaze.