Ye Fan slowly opened his eyes on the stone couch, his eyelashes still frosted with spiritual energy like morning dew. He gazed at the pale golden mist of light floating in his palm—the origin power overflowing from his Inner World, which drilled into his fingertips like a living creature, weaving a fine golden net beneath his skin.
"Awake?" Su Qingxue's voice drifted over, wrapped in the fragrance of orchid and musk. She leaned against the cave wall, her fingertips entwined with a wisp of silver-thread-like zither music, which miraculously condensed into ice crystals in the air. "Your Inner World... even the spiritual energy carries vitality. I just tried it out; using the zither music to guide this spiritual energy can actually coax the wild plum blossoms outside the cave into bloom."
Ye Fan sat up, only then noticing that on the cliff face outside the cave, the previously withered plum branches were pushing out new buds. He raised his wrist, and the sight of the Inner World unfolded within his spiritual consciousness: the green mountains, which were only a foot square yesterday, now stretched for ten miles, small fish with silver scales swam in the clear pond, and the sound of pine waves rushed over laden with the fragrance of medicine.
Chapter 248