Ye Xuan shook his head vigorously; previously, he had been somewhat drowsy, but now he was full of energy.
He stared wide-eyed, intently observing the golden patterns beneath his feet, carefully tracing their path.
"A horizontal stroke, a left slash, a right slant... angles like iron hooks... curves like white clouds..."
Ye Xuan attempted to memorize the golden patterns through association, drawing them repeatedly in his mind.
Repetitive memory!
As a genuine earthly human, although Ye Xuan wasn't very good at Chinese literature, his memory was top-notch.
Photographic memory is nothing to joke about.
Relying on his powerful memory, Ye Xuan quickly memorized the entire trajectory of the golden patterns beneath his feet.
After memorizing the strokes and paths of the golden patterns, Ye Xuan sat cross-legged within the formation, placing his hands flat on his knees, and slipped into meditation.
Indeed, Ye Xuan tried to sketch those golden patterns in his mind.
Stroke by stroke!
