"This... this... this... How could this be possible? Am I seeing things?" Murong Yu muttered, his world completely turned upside down.
Song Tianran was also shocked to her core, her beautiful eyes filled with an indescribable expression. Unlike Murong Yu, who kept staring at Wang Jian's hand, she looked directly at his face. Wang Jian, however, appeared as calm as ever, as if the movements of his hand and the floating grape had nothing to do with him.
Indeed, when Wang Jian gestured toward the grapevine, a single grape seemed to be plucked by an invisible force. It drifted through the air and came to rest, floating in the palm of his hand. Although this scene lasted only three seconds before the grape fell into his grip, the shock of the moment was long-lasting.
Chairman Kang was the most overwhelmed. After five seconds of stunned silence, he burst out, "What the f*ck?! Is this a magic trick?"
