Huan's hands gently caressed Xiao Ming for some time, and though he could discern symptoms akin to everyone else's, not a ripple of worry disturbed his countenance.
He opened his mouth, directing his spiritual essence straight towards Xiao Ming's face, now unhindered by Tian Ming's celestial light. The latter, having witnessed Huan's fleeting embarrassment, had swiftly withdrawn his celestial light's protection.
Huan's form gradually grew ethereal as he began to pour forth copious volumes of his spiritual breath upon Xiao Ming.
"Pure Dragon Qi?" Tian Ming's eyes fluttered, a flicker of recognition crossing his gaze as he seemed to identify the essence origin of Huan's spiritual breath.
It bore the semblance of Primordial Dragon Qi, yet with a subtle deviation, an impurity of sorts. However, he couldn't fathom why Huan appeared to shimmer between reality and illusion while merely expelling spiritual breath, a seemingly mundane act.
