Master Fu ignored the interruption, his gaze fixed on Wuxie. "Remember, Wuxie. The Ether Edge is about harmony, not force. Let the energy flow naturally, without trying to dominate it."
Wuxie took a deep breath, gripping the hilt of his blade. He closed his eyes, focusing on the rhythm of his heartbeat. Slowly, he channeled his energy into the sword, imagining it as a stream flowing from his core.
For a moment, the blade shimmered with a soft blue light, its edge glowing faintly. But as Wuxie tried to amplify the power, the glow faltered and fizzled out.
Frustration crept into Wuxie's expression. "Why can't I get it right?"
Master Fu's expression remained serene. "You are focusing too much on the outcome. The Ether Edge is not about force. It is about harmony. You must allow the energy to flow naturally, without trying to control it."
Wuxie frowned, staring at the sword in his hand. Harmony. That was easier said than done.
