In the past, whenever Sun Hang tried to recall those memories, his brain would feel like it was splitting with pain. But this time, he didn't know whether the cold had numbed his pain nerves, or the crystal ball had helped him "skip" some kind of "protection mechanism," the pain unexpectedly didn't appear at all.
This allowed Sun Hang to almost... recklessly...
"Ka—"
In a daze, the layer of membrane disappeared without a trace, and Sun Hang's consciousness seemed to arrive in an independent space where his entire view was white. Besides feeling the solid ground beneath his feet, there was no sense of a boundary above or around him.
About ten steps away from him were three statues that were neither metal, stone, nor wood.
These were three monkeys squatting on plum blossom posts, one covering its eyes with its hands, another covering its ears, and the last one covering its mouth.
"What are these things?"
Sun Hang scrutinized the three monkey statues, filled with doubt.
