Airflow swirled around, lightning leaped about.
The alternating hot and cold airflow from his nostrils manifested into winged heavenly dragons.
The "Yinglong Killing Scripture" invisibly expanded, filling every space and corner.
The entire quiet room was enveloped by a soft air mass.
Long Eying could feel herself being lifted by an invisible force. She quietly watched Liang Qu, seeing vaguely through his clothes a bright silver thread drilling out from his spine, extending up and down.
The upper end stretched to the back of his head, the lower end to the coccyx, then from the scapulae, it spread out like a vertical and horizontal cross. Although it was such a slender two-stroke pattern, Long Eying distinctly felt that this was a dragon, a heavenly dragon with wings attached to Liang Qu's back, like a living creature!
The silver thread slowly faded, the unique rippling wave spread out again around him.
Long Eying keenly sensed the change in the pattern of the ripples.
