C102 Meeting

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Chu Yun stood frozen in place, coughing dryly as wisps of black smoke drifted from his mouth.

Looking up, he saw his hair standing on end, each strand stiff and bushy like the quills of a hedgehog, giving him a rather ridiculous appearance.

"Isn't this a bit too harsh? It was just a flick of the finger, and yet you respond with a lightning strike