For the first ten seconds or so, Chen Ying’s senses remained where she was, in the box truck, and she could feel a wet coldness where her body was in contact with the driver seat. The river water soaked into the seat gradually soaked her clothes, making the fabric stick to her thighs in an uncomfortable way.1

The air around her smelled faintly of aquatic weeds and fish. From outside the window, night wind swept into the car.1

As the energy inside Chen Ying’s body slowly converged before spreading in all directions, her five senses gradually shifted.0

She waded against the chaotic currents of time, like a gust of wind or a spirit.1

One second, the driver’s compartment she was in was still in the bottom of the river, surrounded by darkness and water. She felt lifted yet dragged...0