The market was a tapestry woven from a thousand different worlds, and for the first time, I wasn't just a thread hidden in the pattern. I was a part of it. The simple, human act of kneading dough, of feeling something real and tangible beneath my hands, had grounded me. The frantic, celestial energy inside me had settled into a quiet, steady hum.
I walked beside Yue, no longer hunched with fear, but with a new, cautious curiosity. I was still a ghost, but now I was a ghost who was learning to see.
"Your next lesson is one of observation," Yue said, his voice a low murmur against the backdrop of the market's din. "Power is not just about what you can do. It is about what you can see. What others cannot."
