Umbu controlled qi better than his limbs.
It was like breathing to him—natural, effortless, something he was born with.
Qi moved in arcs. It curved around the dragon, tracing behind his tail. Each movement he made was strengthened or accelerated by it, subtly following his every command.
Noticing qi was a challenge at first.
Barely one day old, Umbu was subconsciously suppressing it.
And he was doing it near perfection.
"I have never seen something like this," one said, eyes squinted not to miss a single detail.
The second one nodded.
He was just as focused, afraid that speaking would break his concentration. So he watched the baby dragon in silence.
It was hard not to.
Umbu, just like Yun Qiqi, had a special, unseen aura around him.
Being in the same space as him was already enough to affect one's mood, and considering how well he was handling an energy that was a lifeline for this world, not even Noa could take his eyes off him.
