Standing atop a cubical, translucent container, Wei Wuyin's robes fluttered majestically with the wind, dancing upon its tune and swaying with its wants. Those silver eyes of his packed with countless formations of the Celestial Eyes of Spiritual Divinity were shining brilliantly with activity. Since the beginning, not a single thing had escaped his gaze.
Be it Yi Yun's awe and yearning to commit a cunning move amidst muddy waters, San Yongli's solemn gaze filled with expectations and excitement at the potential future of herself, Tambu Ma's collapsed Heart of Cultivation and exaggerated reactions, Tian Yinwu's continuous planting of flags and avoidance of rampant destruction caused by the Ascendants, the discussions between Wang Yutian and the female human 'former' Overseer, or the myriad schemes of his Ascendants.