章 103: Spellbooks

They stood beneath the spreading branches of an ancient oak tree, the air around them tingling with energy.

As they practiced, Wu Xie could feel a warmth spreading through his body, a sense of vitality and power coursing through his veins.

It was as if he could sense the very essence of the tree above them, its roots reaching deep into the earth, its branches reaching for the heavens.

Hours passed in a blur as they practiced, the sun rising higher in the sky, casting dappled patterns of light through the leaves above.

Finally, as the sun reached its zenith, Fu called for a break. They sat beneath the shade of the oak tree, the sounds of nature surrounding them like a comforting embrace.

"Qi manipulation is a delicate art," Fu explained, his voice low and soothing. "It requires patience, focus, and an understanding of the world around us."