"This is pretty destructive," I said as I gazed at my fists that had steam rising from them.
"Yes, but it comes at an annoying cost," the sect master said.
I had a feeling that I was about to either suffer terrible exhaustion or some sort of painful experience.
I took a few moments, and then tilted my head, "What cost?" I asked.
"Wait, you're not feeling it?" the sect master asked.
"Feel what?" I dumbly asked back.
The sect master hurried up and grabbed my wrist, sending divine sense through my meridians.
"By the gods, what is this Soul Power," the sect master immediately released his hand.
"I saw that dragon the last time, but this soul power is far too much, not even the imperial regime has something of this sort…Ling Cao, what in the world had you turned to?" he spoke a question, mostly rhetorical.
"I have no idea, but from your words, I suppose this art uses Soul Power," I asked.
