At night, Xiao Fan sat cross-legged.
With each breath, his abdomen rose and fell. Two invisible streams of air circled around him, faintly shimmering with seven-colored light. It was a remarkably mystical sight.
A few mosquitoes flew toward him. The strange currents swept them up and dropped them to the ground, but they didn't die.
After landing on the bed, the mosquitoes quickly got back up and quietly settled around Xiao Fan.
Mosquitoes like these had already formed a neat circle around him, as if they were paying homage.
Xiao Ming stood at the bedroom door, frowning at the strange sight.
Xiao Fan's cultivation technique... is a little strange.
He could sense that the mosquitoes had undergone a very peculiar change, one that instinctively made him uncomfortable.
So the beast-taming techniques Xiao Fan displayed today are connected to his cultivation technique?
Were his recent changes connected to it, too?
Xiao Ming watched the invisible currents surrounding him and the faintly shimmering seven-colored light. Slowly, he began to feel a sense of dread.
"Brother, what brings you here?"
At the indifferent voice, Xiao Ming looked up sharply and met a pair of utterly calm eyes, like a deep, secluded pool.
Impossible!
Xiao Fan was only at the ninth level of Qi Refining. How could he have sensed him?
He forced down his shock. "I came to check on you."
"Did you find anything, then, Brother?" Xiao Fan's tone remained utterly indifferent.
In that instant, Xiao Ming seemed to see the same seven-colored light in his eyes as in the currents.
Hm?!
The dread turned to sheer terror. The spiritual power within him seemed to sense some unspeakably terrifying presence, driving his blood and qi to surge forth.
Fortunately, at the last moment, Xiao Ming managed to force down the blood and