Fang Cheng's eyes sparkled with excitement, like a child receiving a novel toy.
He decided immediately to personally test the power of this new ability.
Fang Cheng glanced around his bedroom.
The room wasn't large, but his mother kept it neat and tidy.
His gaze quickly fell on the spot by the window beside the bed.
The oak floor there was just installed over a month ago, smooth and undamaged.
But under the passive effect of the "Scavenger's Eye," Fang Cheng could clearly see a few faint footprints lingering on that floorboard.
The outlines, almost blending with the wood grain, emitted a faint glow.
They were left when he had come back from his morning exercise, walked out of the shower barefoot, and stood there gazing out the window.
Because his feet still carried some moisture at the time, they left marks on the floor almost invisible to the naked eye.
It was them.
Fang Cheng walked to the marks, slowly squatted down, and extended his right index finger.
