After a while, Yun Qinguye took a deep breath and reached for the container of level one zombie crystal cores that Lu Wuqi had left. The crystals shone with a soft, eerie red light. Yun Qinguye sat on a small stool near the table, her eyes narrowing as she examined them with curiosity. In a quiet, almost ritual-like manner, she picked up one crystal at a time. The crystal was small, no bigger than a pebble, but its glow seemed to fill the room with a subtle cool light.
With a steady hand, Yun Qinguye brought one crystal to her lips and slowly consumed it. The moment the crystal touched her tongue, she felt a cool, refreshing energy rush into her body. It was as if a gentle stream of cool water had been poured into her veins. That feeling spread quickly, like a soft breeze that filled every part of her being. Her skin prickled pleasantly, and her heart beat a little faster, not with fear, but with the promise of strength and renewal.
