Only after waiting an entire night did Lian Youming hear Xuanling Perfected Person call him, and he strode into the garden.
In the faint morning light, petals covering the ground swirled in the morning breeze, like waves and tides.
Amid the sea of flowers, Junk King stood motionless with his eyes closed, facing the rising sun like a stone statue.
He was right before his eyes, yet there was no trace of his qi dynamics.
No-as Lian Youming's gaze shifted, a momentary blur left him horrified to discover that the figure before him seemed to be gradually disappearing, drifting away, then vanishing right under his eyes.
"Gone?"
Such an inconceivable change left him rooted to the spot in astonishment.
Standing to one side, Xuanling Perfected Person offered a pointed hint. "How does one person identify another?"
Thoughtfulness appeared in Lian Youming's eyes. "Their eyes? Their senses?"
Xuanling Perfected Person neither agreed nor disagreed. "That's how ordinary people do it! Of course, there are many differences. A blind person listens to voices. Some people have a keen sense of smell and remember scents. Others use their hands to feel, which would be touch."
Lian Youming suddenly chimed in with a grin. "And taste!"
Smack!
No sooner had he spoken than he took a slap to the back of his head.
"This is a rare opportunity. Take it seriously!"
Xuanling Perfected Person rolled her eyes. "Ordinary people usually rely on only one or two senses to identify others. Martial artists are different. Their five senses have transcended the ordinary, reaching a level of exquisite sensitivity. Beyond those, there is also the so-called sixth sense. But if someone reduces the traces of their own existence to the utmost-such as scent, sound, qi dynamics, and so on-they can, to some extent, block out another