February 20, 1984.
Wuzhou.
A light rain drifted outside. On the second floor of the Yan Family's small house, Yan Lingyun sat cross-legged, tightly holding Lian Youming's hands, a sheen of fine sweat on her fair forehead.
Only after breathing out a warm breath did she open her almond-shaped eyes, brimming with curiosity, and feel the changes within herself.
This was not a transfer of power. Lian Youming was using his soft, gentle Inner Strength to clear Yan Lingyun's meridians, regulate her blood and vital energy, and strengthen her body.
A good while later, once Lian Youming's internal breathing had settled, Yan Lingyun got off the bed and tried a few movements. Her joints and body, usually rather stiff, had suddenly become much lighter and more supple.
She was not exactly light as a swallow, but she was nimble and quick.
Such a change normally required a martial artist to open the barriers within their own body to a certain degree, yet Lian Youming had forcibly opened Yan Lingyun's barriers for her with his Inner Strength.
"This change is only temporary."
Lian Youming found it amusing to watch Yan Lingyun leap and bounce around in delight.
"Skip practice for a day, and your hands and feet slow down. I achieved Three Energies Unification long ago. Even sitting still, the circulation of my internal breath can set my insides surging like wind and thunder. But you're an ordinary person. As time passes and your body changes through its metabolism, it won't take long for you to become stiff and sluggish again."
It would have been better if he had said nothing. The moment he finished, Yan Lingyun stared at him with wide eyes, looking utterly aggrieved.
Lian Youming felt a headache coming on. "What's wrong?"
Yan Lingyun lowered her eyes and