Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, which were cracked from last night's shockwave, casting dappled patterns on the headboard.
Han Feng opened his eyes. He didn't have the splitting headache that usually followed spiritual exhaustion. Instead, he felt refreshed and invigorated, his mind clearer than ever.
Recalling the "Flame Flying Dragon" that had soared into the sky last night, the corners of Han Feng's mouth lifted into a slight smile.
The thrill of commanding the elements and deconstructing their rules was far more intoxicating than piloting a fighter jet.
'I used to think the Sword Control Technique was just like flying a plane, that it was all about using an external object.'
Han Feng walked barefoot to the window. He looked out at the ravaged backyard, but there was no sign of dismay in his eyes.
Instead, they shone with the excitement and understanding of an Engineer reviewing data from a perfect explosion.
