Su Jiu's gaze finally settled on the murals lining the passage.
Previously, she had never activated her Otherworldly Eyes to examine these seemingly random murals. Now that she had, she felt as though she had entered another world.
She looked at one landscape painting and discovered that the leaves on its trees were swaying in the wind.
Su Jiu blinked and shifted her gaze to another painting. It was a relatively large one, depicting a bustling street filled with horses and carriages, with vendors calling out and pedestrians crowding the roadside.
As though hallucinating, Su Jiu heard the clamor of the passing crowds, the vendors' cries, and the rumble of carriage wheels rolling over the ground.
Without realizing it, her face began to pale.
Yet Su Jiu seemed oblivious to the change in herself as she turned her gaze toward the other paintings.
Next came a scene of an old man fishing beside a river. Su Jiu felt as though she had waited a long time before he finally caught a fish. It landed in his bamboo basket with a series of sharp flaps, seemingly unwilling to lie there quietly.
At that moment, the old man seemed to sense something. He put away his fishing rod and turned his head slightly toward Su Jiu, but before she could see his face head-on-
An exceptionally cold voice abruptly rang out in her Sea of Consciousness.
"A Jiu, wake up."
As though awakening from a dream beneath the southern bough, Su Jiu instantly withdrew her Divine Sense from the painting, while Little Gift forcibly deactivated her Otherworldly Eyes.
The moment she withdrew from the painting, Su Jiu felt as though she had regained her senses.
Then the world spun around her, accompanied by a tearing pain in her Sea of Consciousness.
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