The world dissolved around Ye Jun the moment Weaver finished dying, and the next one took him without giving him a breath of break.
He felt the shift go deeper this time. The first trial had let him watch Weaver from behind, with the distance an audience kept from a stage. This one pulled him into the body...into those memories.
He would feel everything as the boy had felt it.
"I'll be damned!"
The world finished forming.
He was small and warm and not afraid. He was sitting on the wooden floor of a low-ceilinged room in the Ye Clan's outer compound, where the lesser bloodline families lived.
The afternoon light came through a single paper window and laid itself in soft yellow stripes across the floorboards. The room smelled of rice steam and the dried herbs his mother kept in a clay jar by the stove.
