"I'm all ears."
Theobald nodded, then flipped his palm over, revealing a slab of floating black stone. It hovered in the air, exuding an air of unyielding solidity.
He met Caine's gaze. "From where you are, try to fissure this without using qi or your physical body."
The instruction was deceptively simple, but it immediately narrowed Caine's eyes. 'He's asking me to use intent…'
Caine was certain that Theobald didn't know for sure that he possessed intent. If he did, this would hardly be a test—it would be a confrontation. Still, the fact that intent might be a known concept left Caine intrigued. Was it something others had begun to grasp, or was Theobald just exploring a possibility?
Pushing the thought aside, Caine nodded and extended a single finger. Without any visible effort, he drew a line across the air in front of him.
