John keenly sensed a shift in the mood of those around him, and he noticed that Francis's fingers were still subtly caressing the air.
He felt that the tiny droplets, which seemed to be no bigger than grains of rice, were pulsating with some kind of energy.
Although they looked innocuous, John realized that if they were to explode, they could potentially kill everyone nearby.
No wonder the onlookers had such terrified expressions—they likely knew the terrifying power contained within those droplets.
John noticed that some people had already started to discreetly move away, preferring not to linger in the vicinity any longer.
He chuckled lightly; honestly, he had never taken these matters to heart.
He knew that these people would eventually come for him anyway, so why should he show them any courtesy?
"Sorry, but I'm an orphan with no siblings or parents to speak of, so I'm not keen on randomly acknowledging relatives."
