Young Hero Pei Ye now finds himself beyond control.
Without the aid of Zhenxuan, his perception is excessively narrow.
The jostling of the horse occupies ninety percent of it, squeezing other sensations into fragmented strands.
Pei Ye caught a whiff of slightly damp floral fragrance, heard the gentle babble of a stream.
It was indeed the expected message from below the Tianshan in May. As he moved forward with his eyes closed, even knowing the road ahead was safe, he couldn't help but open his eyes to confirm after a few breaths. Likewise, when scaled up, a galloping horse wouldn't cover a hundred miles in a few moments, but in the dim unknown, Pei Ye could even suspect that he had been taken to another world.
These fragmented messages are the anchors that provide a sense of security.
