Mr. Zhao Douan felt as though he were in a trance, like a series of paintings gradually being "refreshed" frame by frame before him. At first, the images were somewhat jerky, but then they became increasingly fluid.
"Is this... a scene from the bedchamber? Wait, my eyes aren't open, how can I see all this... And what's with this panoramic view... Hiss, could this be what they call the Cultivator's Divine Thought? Because of the Green Lotus's blessing, have I prematurely acquired this ability?"
Mr. Zhao Douan's mind was groggy, half-dreaming and half-awake, as he observed his surroundings with this novel perspective.
After realizing that the Empress wasn't in bed, he didn't even react, just subconsciously continued to spread his Divine Thought.
Gradually, he "saw" the garden outside the door, the lanterns hanging in the cold wind in the distance, the bright moon in the sky, and heard the sound of the night wind and... water?