The silence in the study was heavy, broken only by the quiet hum of the night wind rustling the pines outside the window. Bai Qingxian stood by the wooden desk, her gaze fixed on the red and blue ink lines mapping out the anatomy of the human body. Even as a former Saintess of the Medicine Valley, she could find no major flaws in the layout. The placements of the stabilization nodes and the path of the energy needles were mapped with surgical precision.
She turned her head slowly, looking at the young Peak Master standing beside her. "This mapping is detailed down to the marrow. Did you find an ancient medical inheritance, or is there a physician saint guiding your peak from the shadows?"
Su Ming stood with his hands tucked into his wide sleeves, his expression as calm as ever. "There is no physician saint, and no ancient inheritance. I designed the blueprint myself, based on anatomical logic and meridian flow calculations."
