Ji Yunzhi didn't even bother to wipe it off.
A thin trail of drool glistened down his chin.
"Oh no." someone muttered from the crowd. "He's not an alchemist anymore. He's something else."
"A fallen genius…"
"A rogue scholar…"
"A demonic billiards sect elder."
"Shut up, he's just focused!"
Focused?
That was one word for it.
Right now, Ji Yunzhi looked less like a promising young player and more like someone halfway through a Qi Deviation breakdown. That same expression a cultivator gets right before they try some forbidden move they definitely shouldn't have read on a crumpled scroll.
Ji Yunzhi was already in position.
Cue in hand.
The cue ball sat behind a tight mess of solids. Nothing clean. No obvious lines.
Every other option screamed: "Safe shot and pray."
But he wasn't here to play safe.
He crouched low.
His gaze didn't just scan the angles.
It consumed every trajectory as if memorizing a secret art.
Then came sudden movement.
The cue snapped forward.
Crack!
