Gently moving his hands, the action was so subtle, as if afraid of disturbing that thing, one could say A Xing's movement was barely noticeable. Despite its subtlety, it still stirred the flow of air. So just as A Xing moved, he felt a gale sweep in from behind, not the kind produced by an attack, but one that erupted when something quickly moved and then stopped abruptly.
The flow of air swept over, making A Xing's body involuntarily sway, and then he heard a deep growl, like the roar of a beast, yet also like the scream of a person pushed to the brink of agony. However, no matter which it was, it made A Xing's heart race wildly. This was the first sound he heard since he fell into the darkness.
