The faint, nearly imperceptible draconic roar sounded again, this time seeming closer as it bizarrely intertwined with the Wind and Thunder Power.
The wind was no longer a simple current of air; it now carried Thunder, weaving through the atmosphere. The thunder was no longer a pure roar; it was tamed by the wind, stretched and warped until it became a silent pulsation.
This tranquil Wind and Thunder seemed to be brewing a silent cataclysm, one powerful enough to upend the very heavens and earth.
The Little Red Bird on his shoulder remained with its back to the Practice Room. Its tiny body was motionless on Yu Mingche's shoulder, but the majestic pressure originating from deep within its bloodline hadn't vanished. On the contrary, it grew more focused and contained, forming an invisible barrier that shielded Yu Mingche and isolated him from the most direct assault of the Wind and Thunder Power.
