Lying on the bed and slowing his breathing, Zhang Yuanqing replayed his father's appearance over and over in his mind. Unlike before, he could now quickly focus his mind and send his mental power racing at high speed.
Like a top-tier sports car, he could hit top speed in two or three seconds.
Soon, white noise filled his ears, and chaotic images flashed past like slides. Zhang Yuanqing clutched his head in agony, the veins on his forehead throbbing as cold sweat poured from every pore.
Then, abruptly, both the white noise and the chaotic images vanished. The world fell silent.
In Zhang Yuanqing's mind, scenes from the barbecue party emerged, flashing past frame by frame: the greed in Song Man's eyes, the warmth in Peony Fairy's smile, Xiahou Aotian's frustration as he tried hard to draw attention yet was ignored, Yuan Ting's misery as though sitting on pins and needles...
Everyone's expressions and movements appeared clearly in his mind.
—At the barbecue party, Zhang Yuanqing had kept an eye on the trainees all along, but only in passing, without leaving any opening.
During the long "rewind," Zhang Yuanqing identified eight suspicious people. They had looked toward Mermaid Lake far longer and far more often than anyone else.
They were: Zhu Mingxu, Cicada-Bearing Lord, Three Yang Opens Madam, Xie Lingzhou, All Under Heaven Returns to Fire, Kui Yangze, Yuan Ting, and Xiahou Aotian.
"Huff..."
Zhang Yuanqing ended the rewind and let out a heavy breath. Then he suddenly felt warmth in his nostrils. He wiped at them with a hand, only to find his palm covered in dark red blood.
*My spirit body is countless times stronger than before, so why haven't the symptoms of my head condition changed? It still hurts badly, and I still get nosebleeds. At most,