Five hours later, Jun Wu slowly came out from his trance.
The stillness in his chamber felt different now, as though every particle of air carried a meaning that only he could perceive.
Without even consciously examining his body, he knew something fundamental had changed.
His very perception of the world had sharpened, transcending the limits of his five senses.
The world appeared brighter, clearer, richer in detail than ever before.
For his sight, his eyes now functioned like polished crystals.
He could make out the faintest movements, such as tiny ants crawling diligently across the cracks on the walls.
His hearing became so acute he could detect the faint hum of the wind brushing past the roof.
His nose twitched involuntarily, drawing in a storm of scents that had previously gone unnoticed—metallic traces of iron, the faint musk of dust, the subtle scent of ink from the scrolls stacked in the corner.
For a moment, the influx was overwhelming.
