"Wait, let me demonstrate it to you. I won't be as good as the chef, but it might help you guys." He breathed out. It took some time for him to actually find the flow. He wasn't an expert after all. But, eventually, he had gotten the hang out of it. A single strike was all he needed to demonstrate. They would get the message afterward unless they truly had no talent in cultivation.
His fist flew a straight line, cutting through any unnecessary embellishments. The wind followed right behind, like a soft squall part of the summer breeze. It differed greatly from the usual demonstrations, which were filled to the brim with theatrics.
