The magic spell's magic
The fireball grew larger?
Qi Zheng, holding a short wand, froze slightly.
Among the fire Arts his master had taught him, an aerogel fireball like this had a lifespan of only seven or eight seconds.
The fireball the other party had just captured would last four or five seconds at most. If it were suddenly propelled and made to burn more fiercely, it shouldn't have lasted even one second.
But... one second passed, then two, then three. As if it had been filled with limitless vitality, the fireball that had expanded to the size of a basketball still remained perfectly intact, as though it could continue indefinitely.
"See that? This is magic! Catch!"
Li Bai gently raised his hand. The basketball-sized, scorching fireball rose like a blazing sun and swiftly flew toward the ceiling.
"Holy crap!"
Someone's gaze fell on the fire sprinkler mounted in the ceiling and he couldn't help letting out a strange cry.
Was the fireball going to hit that thing? On the surface, it was using fire, but in reality, was it using water?
That move had truly caught everyone off guard.
However, the fire sprinkler did not activate as everyone imagined it would. Even with the fireball right beside it, it remained completely unmoved.
"Chirp!"
A clear birdcall rang out among the audience in the conference hall.
A tongue of flame slowly dropped from the fireball that had yet to fall, landing on a sheet of draft paper on the conference table.
The venue's furnishings were very traditional: high-backed chairs, long cloth-covered tables, a teacup for each person, a leather writing pad, several sheets of hotel-exclusive draft paper, and a sharpened pencil.
The top sheet of draft paper, covered in countless casually drawn circles, instantly caught fire. It turned to drifting