On the main streets of Qi Yun City, crowds flowed like shuttles.
Ye Zhen stood quietly in the middle of the street, like a stone statue. Everything about the passersby was imprinted in his mind like a painted scroll, filling out the scroll of Among Mortals within his mind.
Senior Sister Instructor Liao Feibai stood like another statue beneath the eaves at a street corner. She knew that Ye Zhen had likely entered a strange state of enlightenment. All she needed to do now was ensure that he was not disturbed.
For the most part, Liao Feibai did not interfere.
Only when a passerby was about to bump into and disturb Ye Zhen would she flick out a wisp of spiritual power to stop them.
Yet as Ye Zhen stood there, it was as though he had stepped into an eternity of years.
Even when night fell and the pedestrians gradually vanished, Ye Zhen remained standing there like a statue.
Even the city patrol guards who came over were made by Liao Feibai's slight display of divine ability to act as if they had not seen Ye Zhen, leaving on their own.
At night, there was not a pedestrian in sight.
Yet the scroll of Among Mortals in Ye Zhen's mind grew ever richer.
The ants in the cracks between paving stones, the rats in the sewers, and the large birds streaking across the sky all added color to Ye Zhen's scroll of Among Mortals.
And it was not merely these things. In silence, Ye Zhen's Spiritual Sense had long since covered everything within a hundred miles of Qi Yun City, inside and out.
The paths and thoughts of every passerby in Qi Yun City flowed through Ye Zhen's mind like tiny streams.
Writing down a truth that could not