Anviya fell silent. After a long while, she spoke again, her voice carrying a hint of embarrassment. "Actually, I was the one who spread that legend."
Yao Ziyue: ?
"I was bored, you know. I didn't know about Origin Mall back then," Anviya explained. "Since I'd finally come to this world, I had to find something to do."
"Come to this world?" Yao Ziyue raised her brows, having caught the oddity in Anviya's words.
"We'll talk about that later." Anviya did not want to discuss the subject. "That was more or less it."
"Fine." Yao Ziyue sighed helplessly. One question had been answered, only for another to arise.
Luo Chuan lay on the dragon's back, squinting at the pure, crystal-clear sky above. It seemed close enough to touch, yet vast and lofty, as though his mind might sink into it.
He raised an arm to cover his eyes. As time passed, the sunlight had begun to grow a little glaring. It shone warmly on him, making him drowsy.
Quite a few passengers were in much the same state as Luo Chuan. Once the initial novelty and excitement had worn off, nearly everyone's energy had been drained away.
Looking around, apart from the handful still playing Dou Dizhu, almost everyone was sprawled about lazily. Some still held Magic Phones in their hands.
A languid atmosphere hung over the place.
Perhaps to block out the sunlight, the previously transparent energy barrier had turned translucent. The sunlight filtering through it was refracted into exceptionally dazzling radiance.
He was getting a little sleepy.
Luo Chuan yawned, covered his eyes with his arm, and his vision went dark.
He only dozed lightly, vaguely able to hear the customers talking.
Luo Chuan opened his eyes and was first met by blinding sunlight, making him close them