"Ah..."
He screamed uncontrollably, flinging away the invisible yet palpable, terrifyingly cold hand just as one would cast off a piece of burning coal.
"Mingzi, what are you doing? You scared the hell out of me." His companion was genuinely startled and asked somewhat bewildered.
"I, I, just now, there was..."
The man extended his slightly chilled hand toward his companion, stammering incoherently, unable to articulate a full sentence.
Before he could finish, Wen Xiao'ai's angry voice rang out:
"What are you doing? You scared my little brother."
Wen Xiao'ai said this while seemingly worriedly pulling the young boy's hand over to look at it.
In reality, the cold hand that the man had felt was not the young boy's, nor anyone else's; it was merely a small spell cast by Wen Xiao'ai as a prank.
Because the young boy truly existed, even though one couldn't touch him, this act of inspecting the hand seemed very natural.
It was as if the person was truly there.
