Chen Lin watched as his nephew waved the fan, and a whirlwind blew out.
Wind is usually invisible, but if it stirs up fallen leaves and dust from the ground, the wind can clearly be seen.
Indeed, his nephew's fan did create a whirlwind.
Chen Lin was fully aware that he was only refining a duck roasting oven. But what he saw in front of him—could it really be related to a duck roasting oven?
At this moment, Chen Han also understood what "A Roll of Fresh Wind" meant—it really was like a roll, as the leaves and dust spun and spun along with the whirlwind!
Moreover, the wind of the whirlwind was indeed limited. It could only raise the leaves and dust from the ground; anything heavier couldn't be lifted.
Isn't this a gentle breeze?
It's just that its form is a whirlwind, like a tornado's power greatly reduced by countless times.
Chen Lin instinctively asked, "Xiaohan, is this really the wind created by the fan?"
