Jiang Shu had said there was no danger, so there must be no danger, right?
"Okay, please sit in your seat, take a seat." Jiang Shu raised his hand towards his chair, and the audience member's chair slowly rose. Then Jiang Shu waved his hand and explained, "This is just simply lifting him up, don't overthink it, it's not my new magic."
"Ha ha."
"He just mentioned magic, right?"
"I knew it! I saw him moving his lips; he was silently chanting a spell!"
The audience joked and their eyes turned to the young man in row twenty-three, seat seventeen.
As his seat slowly ascended, the young man looked increasingly closer to the Thunderstorm Cloud, feeling somewhat strange inside.
With a gentle wave of his hand, Jiang Shu caused the closest fragment of the Thunderstorm Cloud to move towards the young man.
The young man reached out and slowly felt the Thunderstorm Cloud.
This was...
Like touching mist, slightly cool, the entire cloud felt like a mix of vapor and ice crystals.
