Shen Lian was currently at Xicheng, West Town, where traders and diplomats from other countries gathered. With the crowd, it had a thick air of the secular mortal world.
He strolled around the streets and listened to the hawkers crying their wares. There were all kinds of people in the restaurants, discussing what was happening in their respective countries. The messages all went by his heart. He could manage the messages in his surrounding better now.
Despite being able to read everyone's mind, in the face of all kinds of odd thoughts, he could still be an impartial observer and could predict what would happen to everyone in the next moment.
This was not to deduce the designs of nature but to perform an accurate analysis.
He did not even spend much effort, as it was conducted by his enormous Primordial Spirit subconsciously.