"You… You…"
Zhao Yu pointed at the dagger hovering inside the furnace chamber, then at Han Feng, completely stunned, like a malfunctioning robot.
"How did you do that? Is this… Telekinesis?
No, that's not right. You're only in the Meridian Passage Realm. How could your Spiritual Power possibly interfere with reality to this extent?"
Han Feng calmly shut down the cooling system, and the furnace chamber door automatically slid open.
He held out his hand, and the silver-gray dagger floated gently into his palm.
"Something like that."
Han Feng replied casually, "I was… stimulated a bit in the Secret Realm. My Spiritual Power seems to have mutated. I can barely control a few things. It's unstable, so I'm still figuring it out."
The corner of Zhao Yu's eye twitched as he listened.
'What does he mean, "stimulated a bit"? What does he mean, "barely control a few things"?'
