The vigorous Qi surged visibly, sticky and interconnected, then moved forward mightily. The scholar on the tavern floor widened his eyes, faintly seeing the illusory shadow of a roaring fierce tiger, its claws pressing as it howled, shaking the air.
The scholar, incredulous, raised his right hand to rub his eyes vigorously. Looking down again, the tiger did not disappear but appeared even more real, several zhangs long, with wings of wind and cloud on its ribs, either roaring or flicking its tail, utterly real, as if the mythical exotic beast from the Classic of Mountains and Seas had truly reappeared in the world.
The immense might made his legs tremble, and with a crash, he sat directly on the ground.
