The crystal floated slowly until it stopped in front of Yan Hui.
Everyone watched in absolute silence as he raised his hand and touched the bluish surface.
The moment he made contact, the crystal's light increased abruptly.
Yan Hui's expression changed in the same instant.
The doubt disappeared from his eyes as if it had been ripped out by force.
His shoulders relaxed. The muscles of his face softened. And soon, a small smile appeared, involuntarily satisfied.
He closed his eyes and held the crystal firmly.
The light grew increasingly intense as it pulsed at irregular intervals.
Yan Hui's breathing became heavy after a few minutes, but even so, he kept his hands locked on the crystal.
The hall was silent.
Only the sound of Yan Hui's loud breathing filled the space.
One minute passed. Then two, three.
His forehead began to sweat.
Then four minutes. Five.
The smile faded. His expression began to tremble.
Six minutes. Six and a half minutes.
