Fang Cheng stood still, his footsteps did not move at all.
It was as if he was standing at the boundary between illusion and reality.
His gaze shot like an arrow, penetrating the layers of entwined mist.
Scenes of fleeting images swept past him, leaving a fleeting shadow in the depths of his consciousness.
Finally, his gaze settled on a hazy place, as if observing the world through frosted glass.
Gradually, that blurry scene became clear.
When the last wisp of mist dissipated.
What appeared before his eyes was no longer the dark and empty Memory Palace, but a bright classroom.
Sunlight slanted in through the windows, casting warm yellow spots on the wooden desks.
The air was filled with the smell of chalk dust, and on the blackboard remained some uncleaned mathematical formulas.
The gentle voice of the teacher's lecture and the subtle sounds of classmates turning pages and writing came to his ears…
Fang Cheng felt as if he had "possessed" a small body.
