The winter snow piled atop the locust tree, draping everything in silvery white.
The figure in the wheelchair remained motionless, like a sculpture, not a single snowflake touching his body.
Su Mu had entered a profound realm, as if wholly integrated with this residence; in his tightly closed eyes, shadows flitted and danced ceaselessly.
The Inference—one of the Dragon-and-Phoenix Level talents—was pushed to its utmost, and with the terrifying support of a comprehension as high as one hundred and seven, one and a half months of relentless inference had turned that wild, astonishing method from illusion into reality in this moment.
Though his physical body could not bear the strain of martial practice, under this talent for inference, Su Mu was as a sovereign—if he but moved a thought, not only could he practice fisticuffs, he could shrink the earth to a single stride, split mountains and sever rivers!
All five shifting shadows now fused as one.
