Fang Qingyu slowly withdrew his gaze, and the dark gold thunder fire light in his eyes receded like a tide, leaving only deep tranquility.
He glanced at Jiang Wei beside him, her small mouth slightly open, having forgotten her candy, staring at him in astonishment.
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve upwards slightly, forming a very faint arc.
Fang Qingyu clenched his fist.
His knuckles emitted a slight crackling sound, as a brand new, entirely different sense of power flowed and settled within his muscles and bones.
This was a very peculiar feeling.
Before this, whether it was thunder or fire, they operated Qi blood, drove Qi force, and then transformed through specific martial techniques to derive offensive traits.
They were more like "clothing" or "weapons" attached to power.
