The wound from last night had already scabbed over and there was no longer any pain. Glancing backward at it in the mirror, the wound still looked somewhat fierce, but once dressed, it was hardly noticeable.
Jiang Beiyu's attention was centered on the ice flower in his hand.
He couldn't explain the current situation.
After being caught in that odd vortex last night, he seemed to have acquired some incredible ability.
This ice flower, sitting quietly in his hand, remained unaffected by the hot water raining down from above.
Jiang Beiyu could feel the temperature of the ice flower, and with a thought, it disappeared.
He tried placing his hand under the showerhead, and within two short seconds, the hot water had formed a length of ice.
Jiang Beiyu: "..."
He silently withdrew his hand.
He'd grown nearly accustomed to the strange happenings lately, gaining an inexplicable ability was a trivial matter.
