"Zhou Han. Electrical manifestation. Low output. Triggered by focused breathing and proximity to battery current. Requires dry environment, insulated gloves, observation, and no heroics."
Chen Qiao leaned toward him.
"Should we add 'do not touch the cat'?"
Sir Edmund looked up from the far side of the room.
Xu Ren considered it.
Tang Li Yue stared at him.
"Do not."
Xu Ren crossed something out.
Very suspicious.
The first ability manifestation had barely settled before a loud crash sounded from outside.
Everyone turned.
Wei Jian had risen from his chair beneath the awning.
A stack of fence posts, which Fang Yi and Guo Rui had been moving near the side wall, had slipped from the wheelbarrow. One of the thicker posts tipped sideways, heading directly toward Guo Rui.
The teenager froze.
Wei Jian moved before anyone else could.
He stepped forward and caught the falling post with one hand.
The impact should have driven him backward.
