How many times had he entered the breath-concealing state? Chen Mu had lost count. Strangely, though, he seemed to remember every detail of his previous experiences with perfect clarity. These tiny fragments needed no effort to recall, as if they had been imprinted directly on his mind.
He was as calm as a detached observer, without sorrow or joy. Everything around him was so clear that he could grasp its slightest details.
His perception was no exception.
Without any effort, his mind operated far faster than usual. As he drew out the threads and peeled back the layers, the chaotic vortex of perception grew clearer in his mind at an astonishing speed.
Their perceptions were mingled together, so neither could conceal even the smallest change from the other. Su Liu Cherou immediately sensed the change in Chen Mu.
What was happening?
Shock showed unmistakably in her beautiful eyes. She felt as though the young man beside her had suddenly become someone else. Su Liu Cherou could hardly put the change into words. Yet Cao Dong had not so much as moved a finger.
Although her perception was beyond her control, the rest of her body remained unaffected. Intensely curious, she began examining Cao Dong carefully. This card adept seemed to harbor a great many secrets!
With his sallow complexion, Cao Dong looked like an utterly ordinary young man, a little sickly even. Yet this seemingly unremarkable youth, who would disappear without a trace in a crowd, concealed far too much that was extraordinary.
He was only eighteen, as she had determined by examining his bone age. That age alone was nothing remarkable, but combined with mid-tier level-four perception strength, it meant something entirely different. If word spread of an eighteen-year-old with mid-tier level-four perception strength, how many major groups would