Old Demon was watching a white cloud of smoke rising from Iwan's mouth.
"KhaaaWWWWW" A sound followed the smoke and pushed it with a mysterious force. A force that didn't seem impossible for a snore of a sleeping person to carry.
The old demon raised his hand, glancing between the smoke and Iwan's mouth.
Flames covered his hand. They burned with a golden color that would captivate anyone watching them for the first time.
The old demon pushed his hand forward and struck the cloud of white smoke with his golden flames.
"Ching!" The old demon heard a clashing sound when the golden flames covered the white cloud. The white cloud wasn't just any smoke. Its coldness fought back against the golden flames and actually pushed them away.
If the golden flames were like a hidden dragon, then the silent coldness in the smoke was a crouching tiger.