Luo Chuan had naturally noticed the Black Robed Figure calling himself Soul Lock's current state in the System Space.
His mind was likely in an extremely violent state. Otherwise, he would not have opened with his ultimate move and blown himself up.
It seemed that spending a single day in the System Space had still been insufficient to calm him down.
Fortunately, Luo Chuan had plenty of time.
Naturally, Luo Chuan was immensely curious about the existence behind Soul Lock.
However, he had no habit of resorting to torture and interrogation. He could only let Soul Lock remain in the System Space for a while longer.
He believed that Soul Lock would take the initiative to speak by then.
After all, judging from what had just happened, death was not something Soul Lock feared at all.
If he wanted someone who casually resorted to self-destruction to submit willingly, he could only start with their will.
Thoughts churned through Luo Chuan's mind as he stirred the tea in his cup.
"Day of the End... Soul Lock..."
He muttered softly, feeling that things were gradually becoming interesting.
Moreover, Luo Chuan vaguely felt that Little Black Ball might have some connection to this matter.
The crisis the sea demons had encountered might also bear the shadow of Soul Lock and his people behind it.
Of course, these were only Luo Chuan's guesses.
As for why Luo Chuan was bothering with this matter when he had nothing better to do...
Well, it was because he had nothing better to do.
After all, his current life was like a calm, windless sea. It looked beautiful enough, but after staring at it for too long, aesthetic fatigue inevitably set in.
If a few sea breezes occasionally blew up and stirred wave after wave, that would be