Gia Ming and his subordinates, as well as Old Bho and the Bho guards, all stared at Dorian questioningly.
What did he want to do with that paper in his hand?
Was he trying to test the wind speed or something?
Everyone was at a loss at the youngster's strange actions.
But soon, their minds went blank, and their eyes dropped to the floor with what they saw.
Dorian raised his hand, letting go of the paper.
But rather than being blown away, it floated on the same spot, defying all the laws of physics they knew.
Testing, testing... 1, 2, 3...
Forgive them for being dumbfounded, but isn't this wind smacking their faces now? So why was the paper unaffected by these salty winds?
You could say it was tied to a string. But that would be impossible.
Strong? A strong to the skies?
This? How? You? When? Eh?
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"Magic!"
