Ye Jiushang was in the room next door and could hear the laughter coming from the other side. Although he was not involved, he could empathize with it. He was happy. However, he had more important things to do now.
The power of the astral winds was not an ordinary thing. If one could control it, it would be an impressive killing move.
Perhaps no one here knew that the powerful winds outside were astral winds, a powerful force.
While Xue Fanxin and the others were happily cooking delicious food, Ye Jiushang slid the wooden board on the window a little. Then, he reached out and carefully touched the wind that was seeping in, letting it hurt his palm.
In less than fifteen minutes, several bloody marks appeared on his palm. However, he did not care, letting the wind blow at his hand. Even if it was a little painful, he was not anxious. Instead, he got happier and happier.
"So this is the power of the astral winds."
