The ice sealed everything in frost.
But those tiny, mustard seed-like spots, each bearing the essence of Li Chu's soul, remained active.
With Divine Sense peering within, Pang Jian magnified the spots representing Li Chu by tens of millions of times and discovered that each tiny spot seemed to be a miniature, wondrous world.
The scenes within them were all the same.
Each tiny world was a crimson maple forest, its soft leaves blanketing the earth, with villages and towns nestled at the frontier of the woods.
A bold and uninhibited child lay on the thick blanket of maple leaves, a dog-tail grass dangling from his lips, legs crossed, gazing leisurely and contentedly at the sky above.
He exuded an air of nonchalance, as if dreaming about the future, weaving his fanciful reveries.
This seemed to be from Li Chu's childhood, a time when he was carefree and yearned for a beautiful life ahead.
