In the blink of an eye, the cloud of mist had changed into dozens of small birds, which fluttered all around Xaiobo's body. That was undoubtedly quite a pleasing scene. The fifty or sixty little birds composed of white mist flew merrily around him like a dancing troupe of elves.
Even some of the team members who were in the middle of working couldn't stop themselves from putting down what they were doing to stare with their mouths open.
Xiaobo's exceptional perceptual acuity was being vividly played out, with the difficulty of controlling fifty or sixty little birds self-evident.
While people in the know look for how things are done, the people on the outside only see how great it looks. The cool and elegant pretty woman couldn't help clapping and oohing and awing, "Such amazing perceptual control! Mr. Xiao is an ace after all!"
