The green grass of Qingyan flourished, suspended at the fingertips, swaying solitude.
Then the grass bowed its head, as if in reminiscence.
"Hmm?"
Jiang Wang snapped out of his reverie, discovering that the grass of recollection seemed to have found its target, slowly rotating.
Involuntarily, he held his breath and concentrated, staring in the direction of the green grass of Qingyan.
He saw it circle a few times, suddenly stop, pointing... backward.
Jiang Wang suddenly stood up and turned back, looking at the bookshelf, but the direction the grass of recollection pointed to kept moving. Only then did he realize that this grass of recollection was pointing at himself.
The art of recall, as re-evolved by Yu Beidou, imprints the cognition of the tracking target on one's spiritual soul level, thereby forming a perception at the spiritual soul level.
