Gale caught the glass before it could drop and sent it back to where he summoned it from.
"How?"
Xiaolin had an incredulous fascination on her face the whole time. She crept closer to the burn marks left behind by the runic scripts on the floor. She could only detect the residual Qi flow there and nothing else.
Obviously, she wasn't even anywhere near detecting any of this. Many higher-ranked practitioners were hopeless about this as well, so she didn't take it too hard.
"What do you think?" Gale asked.
"That seemed a little too simple," Xiaolin said truthfully. "You simply drew that, barely using any Qi. The little wisp of energy wouldn't be enough to even make another person itch. Yet the script sent the glass flying."
"Be careful with your assumptions, dear Disciple," Gale said with a thin smile. "I can kill a person and still be left with energy with the amount I used in the script."
