The constables on night watch couldn't help but pull their clothes tighter, muttering curses about the awful weather.
They didn't notice at all that the wind was constantly changing—at times gentle, at times violent, and sometimes even carrying a touch of soothing warmth.
Though Su Mu's eyes were closed, he perceived a brilliant light before them.
Countless threads appeared in his vision, crisscrossing and entangling one another.
This was the wind of the world—winds of every conceivable nature.
The Mental Realm Map he had once seen surfaced in his mind, and a flash of insight dawned on Su Mu.
'Xun Wind Realm!'
Su Mu felt as if he had transformed into a wisp of wind, soaring freely between heaven and earth.
After an unknown amount of time, he gradually became aware of the weight of his body again.
Slowly opening his eyes, Su Mu carefully savored the faint breezes that drifted between heaven and earth.
