His gaze lowered slightly, Wu Hen calmly surveyed everything around him.
His vision could not penetrate fences and buildings, but his hearing and taste could clearly perceive everything beyond those obstacles, even capturing the slightest movement within the dense forest.
When these three perceptions intertwined with imagination, the scene before him altered, akin to wearing a thermal imager, yet fundamentally different from the monotony of red and black in a thermal imager, with colors, moisture, hidden light, dark clumps, flickering shadows, contours, layers, and blurring... both static and dynamic, ongoing and about to cease.
