Yi Lin gazed at the "human face" within the hurricane from afar.
Separating them was a vast void.
The scrutinizing gaze was placed plainly in view, smeared across the face.
In front of that human face, Yi Lin's figure resembled an ant on a plate, or a beauty spot at the corner of Rosie's mouth, insignificant and minuscule.
The face was entirely composed of hurricanes, shipwrecks, and sea water, with its eyes and mouth part being two dark hollows, which could be mistaken for coincidental patterns if not for active imagination.
But having been through all this, and with certain experience of the higher echelons of the Inside World, Yi Lin understood very clearly.
This human face could not be explained away by coincidence.
Time passed, but it was unknown for how long.
In the dead silence of the eye of the storm, there was no sound at all.
It disoriented the sense of time.
But Yi Lin had been silently counting 48 seconds in his mind.