Her delicate arms immediately began to scream in protest.
But as she forced her Yin energy into the iron, a strange, undeniable phenomenon occurred.
The heavy, resistant webbing began to yield. The flowing, evasive nature of her Qi shifted.
She stopped trying to dodge the resistance and began to command it, compressing her aura, forcing it down the iron whisk. The webbing began to aerate, turning white, responding to her power in a way her fragile rapier never had.
'He is... he is right,' Fairy Xue realized, gritting her teeth, sweat pouring down her face, the romantic crush entirely replaced by a fierce, burning, undeniable desire to master the technique. 'My Yin is not fragile. My Yin is heavy.'
"Faster, Xue! Don't let the air escape!" Ji'an barked, pacing around them like a shark. "Drive the energy from your core, not your elbows! Be the gravity!"
