He Ao gazed at those blurred figures.
These figures resembled the crowded throngs he had seen outside earlier, yet they were not entirely the same.
If the cheering crowds outside were sketched with simple strokes, then the people here clearly had many more strokes upon them.
Well, not precisely many more.
He Ao critically observed those few figures, and the strokes that formed their bodies had only a few more lines, yet those lines depicted an unmistakable divine charm.
In this hazy interplay of light and shadow, observing them felt like looking at blurred paintings, but more like some kind of 'living beings'.
He Ao vaguely began to sense what these images in this realm of light and shadow might be.
They were 'memories'.
The 'memories' of the owner of this realm of light and shadow.
These were images that existed in the past.
Slowly moving forward, He Ao had already reached the side of the figure who drank the secret medicine, and he glanced at this figure.
