Wang Fei Yin could not stand it any longer. He pressed them down onto the grass one by one, then glared at Pan Yun, who sat motionless with vacant eyes. "You're the first person I've ever seen who flew herself dizzy!"
Pan Yun pointed at the sky. "Didn't we have to get back before the sun completely set?"
Wang Fei Yin corrected the direction of her finger. "The sun is over there."
Pan Yun simply flopped down and gave up. "Senior Brother, dinner is up to you. None of us can move."
Wang Fei Yin was in no hurry. Sitting cross-legged beside them, he said, "I can wait. You'll be fine in a quarter of an hour."
Everyone lay quietly as Wang Fei Yin's voice reached their ears. "You must feel the earth beneath you with your consciousness. Feel the grass beneath your head, the soil beneath your palms. Your lower back, your buttocks, your thighs, calves, and heels are all pressed against the earth. Send your consciousness downward, and you will see the grass roots, feel the power of the soil. Let it spread outward—around you are trees, mountains..."
Under his voice, their breathing gradually evened out. Pan Yun even drifted into a dream. She felt someone dig a pit beside her, then plant her entire body into it. Like a seed, she stood upright in the soil as an endless stream of earth power surged toward her. Receiving that power, she began to sprout and break through the earth. Her field of vision suddenly widened. She saw the land, green and yellow in patches, then grew taller and taller. She began to see trees, the Taoist temple directly ahead, then the cliff and the surrounding peaks...
At last, she looked up at the sky and saw white clouds