WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHOOSH—!
The whizzing was audible to the naked ear.
At Qin Fan's gesture, the gathered ball of Pure Spirit Energy rushed toward the fruit on the plate and the water in the kettle. It scattered on contact, completely merging with them.
PHEW—!
Letting out a long sigh of relief, Qin Fan slowly descended from his levitating state. He walked over to the coffee table and picked up an apple, which had turned translucent from the infusion of Pure Spirit Energy. He examined it for a few moments, a proud smile playing on his lips. He then set the apple down, picked up the kettle, and poured himself a cup of water. After gulping it down, Qin Fan slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
