Zhou Xuan looked at the bustling crowd on East Market Street, weaving his Perception into fine threads that swept back and forth.
Perhaps due to his comprehension of the Dragon Seeking Incense, Zhou Xuan's Perception now keenly detected tiny golden points on the bodies of the passersby.
The golden points were as small as dust particles—some people carried only one, while others had two or three, varying from person to person.
When Zhou Xuan's fine threads of Perception collided with the golden points, the points gently burst apart, merging into the threads. The originally invisible threads were faintly tinged with gold…
"What can you see?" Yun Ziliang crouched beside Zhou Xuan, holding a teapot, and asked.
"Golden points of light. Every person has between one to several of them."
"Your Perception is strong enough to be quite audacious." Yun Ziliang wasn't surprised by Zhou Xuan's abilities.
