At his fingertips, faint ripples arose, as though a gust of gray wind blew in from nowhere, colliding with his fingertips and lingering there before spinning in circles, forming into a tiny mist, gradually accelerating in its rotation.
He then infused it with a fire attribute skill, creating a dynamic of heat and cold. Soon, faint threads of electricity began flickering incessantly within the spinning mist, resembling a miniature thundercloud.
To outsiders, his fingertip appeared as if adorned with a delicate, radiant flower.
Of course, the monks present were not blind—they clearly saw his palm crafting the cosmos and fingertips guiding electricity, revealing that the "Flower Picking Finger" was, in fact, picking the flower of lightning.
What was he doing? His master, Qu Wuming, was dumbfounded.
The disciples of the Yanbao Sect were equally stunned.
