Time quietly passed, the sunlight outside the window grew brighter.
Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on the bed, his hands lightly resting on his knees, his eyes gently closed.
The room was silent, occasionally stirred by the wind rustling the curtains.
It was as if someone was whispering in his ear.
After a long while.
Fang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, a glint flashing across them, and he murmured to himself:
"It should be possible now."
Then he stretched out his legs to get off the bed, didn't put on shoes, but instead stepped directly onto the floor barefoot.
Raising his eyes, he looked around and thought to himself.
Let's start with the bedroom that I am most familiar with.
Fang Cheng took a deep breath and used the Speed Reading Skill again.
As he entered the state, it was as if a button had been quietly pressed in his mind.
In the vast dark universe inside his skull, billions of neuronal synapses sparkled like stars, colliding to create dazzling sparks.
