Zhi Bing raised his hand. Starting from his fingertips, his arm slowly faded away and vanished into the void. "Can you tell where my fingers are?"
Jiang Xiao Dao stared with wide eyes, but couldn't see them.
Naturally, no one else could see them, either.
Lu Yin pointed at the top of Zhi Bing's head. "He's scratching his head."
Everyone looked over.
Zhi Bing's arm slowly reappeared, his fingers indeed on his head. He really had been scratching it.
Then his arm disappeared again. "What about now?"
Lu Yin's gaze flickered. This time, the concealment was even deeper. If his domain hadn't reached the Void God Realm, he truly wouldn't have sensed it. However, he couldn't use his domain, so he could only get a rough idea. "He should be on that guy's head." Lu Yin pointed at Jiang Xiao Dao.
Jiang Xiao Dao looked displeased. "That guy? This Dao Lord—" "Hahahaha, not bad. Let's see you do it again," Zhi Bing said.
Jiang Xiao Dao's mouth fell open. He subconsciously felt the top of his head, then promptly moved even farther away from Zhi Bing.
Lu Yin shook his head helplessly. "I can't sense it anymore."
Zhi Bing's arm returned to normal. He looked at Lu Yin. "If you could sense that, it wouldn't be a matter of talent. There'd be something wrong with you."
Lu Yin was confused. "This junior doesn't understand what Senior means."
Zhi Bing waved a hand. "It doesn't mean anything. Xu Xiang Yin asked me to see whether you could grasp the basics of the Lost Race civilization. From what I've seen, you're well suited to it. Keep at it, young man." With that, he disappeared.
Lu Yin bowed. "Farewell, Senior."
In the distance, everyone was stunned. This guy had actually drawn Senior Zhi