The condition of my body.
The flow of my qi.
The strange imbalances hidden beneath the surface.
It was almost as though I were examining myself through Zhao Yuren's eyes.
—When you first met me, your mind, qi, and body were all severely distorted.
His voice was unusually serious.
—Your mind was in poor condition, but it was still holding on. You had a strong will, enough to keep yourself from completely falling apart. However, your skills were insufficient, so you couldn't properly wield your innate talent.
I listened quietly.
—And your body was even worse. Your talent was slowly destroying you from the inside.
'…Well, you aren't wrong.'
I couldn't exactly argue with that.
When I first awakened my talent, I had barely been able to control it. Using it for extended periods left me exhausted, and pushing myself too far could leave me on the verge of collapse.
If I hadn't found a way to improve my condition, things might have ended badly.
