Idiot

"No, I was just trying to confirm something strange," Ye Qingxuan replied quietly as he reached behind Edmund.

In that silent moment, someone put a heavy thing in his hand.

Edmund was stunned. He rubbed his eyes, trying to see the thing in Ye Qingxuan’s hands more clearly. It looked familiar, like a brick taken from the wall.

It was blue-gray with sharp ridges. It fit perfectly in Ye’s palm and had substantial weight.

In his ear came the youth’s voice, "I couldn’t believe it at first, but…"

Immediately the thing started moving. It rose from his palm and sliced through the air in a powerful and beautiful arc. It was suddenly grasped in a stone-like hand that dropped from the sky.

For a moment, time was at a standstill to everyone.

They watched as Ye Qingxuan rose, and pushing off from the table, he raised his hand and the brick. He hurled it forward.