The flickering flames reduced the scar-faced man to ashes.
Seeing this scene, Nicole couldn't help but exclaim.
This was simply too unbelievable, completely beyond her understanding.
"Charlie Thompson, what is this...?" She looked at me and hesitantly asked.
She felt that suddenly, it was as if she no longer knew the boy in front of her.
I turned around, feeling a bit troubled.
How to explain this? That was the problem.
After contemplating for a moment, I stammered, "Actually, this is called mystic skill, a Daoist's magic. By coincidence, I stumbled upon some mystic skills and successfully cultivated them, which is why I became so powerful!"
"Mystic skill? Daoist?"
Nicole looked puzzled, her delicate eyebrows knit slightly.
To her, such things were too mysterious.
After a while, she nodded, showing a look of sudden realization, "Oh, so that's it, no wonder..."
