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... still slightly damp with morning dew. It's clean, green scent rose with every breath I took, and the fresh air opened up my lungs.

Meditation was deeply relaxing when done in the right environment. But this wasn't quite as nice as I would've liked.

Still, I could sense it clearly now, as it was the first firm Qi pillar within my dantian.

I couldn't see it with my eyes, but its presence was undeniable. It stood tall and unmoving, radiating quiet strength like the trunk of ...

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