Song Qingshu worried that she might really drink herself into trouble. He moved closer, took her hand under cover of the table, and sent a stream of gentle inner energy into her.
Yang Miaozhen was startled, then suddenly heard his voice transmitted directly into her ear: "Don't resist. Let the true qi flow naturally through your body."
Yang Miaozhen nodded slightly and completely lowered her defenses, allowing his true qi to move freely through her body.
Song Qingshu was rather surprised. He had assumed she would instinctively guard against him, yet she trusted him so completely. Experts of the martial world almost never allowed another person's inner energy into their bodies. If the other party harbored ill intent in such a situation, even a slight attack would inflict grievous injuries at best; more often than not, it would mean immediate death.
Yang Miaozhen only felt a warm current moving through her body. Then her fingertips suddenly turned cool. Looking down, she saw crystalline droplets trickling from them.
After a brief daze, she realized that he was helping her force the wine out of her body. She could not help marveling inwardly. She had once heard that Dali's Six Meridian Divine Sword possessed such a technique for expelling alcohol. She had not expected him to know it as well.
As a supreme expert herself, she also understood that if she followed the path of the true qi, she could cultivate sword qi. He actually showed me the entire route of his true qi through my body without holding anything back. Does that mean he truly considers me one of his own?
At that thought, even she, who had always been bold and forthright, felt her face grow hot. Fortunately, the alcohol was rushing to her head at the moment, so she