During the remaining hours of the evening, Yan Xiaobao inspected his body without even opening his eyes. He didn't feel any difficulty controlling his new powers. It was as if he had established a stronger bond with his body and fused with the power inside him. The young man sat down, and as he did, he felt his body blending seamlessly with his surroundings—the air, the bed, and the tranquility of the room. When his body started to emit flashes, a faint buzzing sound could be heard. Though lying in the same spot on the bed, he seemed not to have moved. Yet, his body subtly flickered back and forth by mere centimeters. Watching this, Wan Qiao squinted in disbelief, startled by the phenomenon taking place before her, though she couldn't make sense of its significance; she had never witnessed anything like it before.
