Song Jian approached the elder, and after respectfully bowing, he was just about to speak when the elder suddenly stretched out a finger and pointed it towards Song Jian's forehead, right between the eyebrows.
The elder's finger moved toward Song Jian's forehead not quickly, yet Song Jian felt as though he had been ensnared by a vast net made of countless fingers. No matter how he tried to dodge, he couldn't avoid even one of them.
In his confusion, Song Jian felt as if the outcome—that the finger would touch his forehead—had been determined the moment it was extended. Being touched between the brows was the end result, and at this moment, he was just experiencing the process, an unbearably uncomfortable and abnormal feeling, which made Song Jian feel an urge to retch.
The tip of the elder's finger gently touched Song Jian's forehead, and he could not feel any pressure at all. But just as he was puzzled by this, a scorching heat suddenly emanated from his forehead.
