The silver-tabby sat upright, its tail curled beneath like a tranquil meditation cushion. Amid a chaotic crowd…
The silver-tabby sat upright, its tail curled beneath like a tranquil meditation cushion. Amid a chaotic crowd of cats, it remained calm and composed—like a feline sage who had reached enlightenment.
When An's fingertip paused on the line: "All beings share one breath," the so‑called enlightened cat meowed. She held the page out to it. "What, you want to be called 'Breath'?"
Suddenly, the sage turned—and presented its rear without a hint of ceremony. The unexpected whiff sent her stumbling back. "From now on, you're called... 'Zong Qi'—'Unleashed Breath'!"
With a graceful leap, Zong Qi soared, its tail tracing a carefree arc in the air.
To ride the wind is qi; to break wind is qi as well. Qi carries no rank or refinement—
it simply gathers, then scatters.