“It was just like a blind spot expanded from out of nowhere; I could sense nothing from it,” Jing said. “However, that blind spot only existed for less than a second, so I thought it was just my imagination. If you hadn’t asked me today, I would have forgotten about it altogether.”
“I see.” Qing Shui nodded to himself, as if having found the source of the disturbance. “Can you tell me more about the blind spot? Was it the same feeling as when you met the Willow?”
“No, it’s different. On the day we met the Willow, my perception to danger was intact. It’s just that I simply couldn’t sense the Willow even when we were in front of it. Everything else worked just fine, I could sense all the other organism around us.” Other than fear, the impression that the Willow had left to Jing was more of confusion and puzzlement. “It was a weird feeling of it being there, in front of my eyes, but not giving out any hint of its existence, as if it was lifeless.”
