[LUCKILY HE DOES NOT FALL INTO THE MEMORIES OF SOMEONE HAVING A QI DEVIATION, that would be super bad for both of them!

instead, his labored breathing seems to ease a bit, and the energy in the air fluctuates, condenses, resonates with the notes coming from the bamboo flute, taking further shape.

it forms...a door...? it's wispy and hazy, like it's been formed from brushstrokes of mist in the air]