Zemin Yan followed his older sister's instructions, but his mind went a little further, so when he moved his whip and a few drops of water separated from the whip, but instead of falling into the verdant grass the drops floated in the air and soon turned to sharp needles of ice!
"That's… very good!" Said Miss Song a little surprised by Zemin Yan's rapid evolution, she looked closely at him and checked his health, seeing the soul energy and sacred energy of her little brother watching for any harmful abnormalities in your little body.
"Try throwing the ice needles too," said Miss Song, observing the whole process. It was a little disappointing that the needles didn't go very far and were not as lethal as expected, but that was normal, after all, Zemin Yan didn't know about the dynamics of air and sound to improve their effectiveness and didn't even have a powerful sacred energy, not that he could have absolute control.
