What did it feel like to be the center of everyone's attention?
Countless gazes fell upon oneself. Few people could remain calm under such circumstances.
Adrenaline surged, the heart raced, hands and feet turned cold—those were the reactions of most people.
Luo Chuan had seen plenty of grand occasions.
Even before thousands upon thousands of customers, he could sit there leisurely drinking Cola.
But the scene before him was different.
Countless silent gazes settled on him, and the pressure they brought went without saying.
Still, that was all.
Luo Chuan's thoughts were simple.
Not talking?
Fine. If they would not talk, then neither would he.
They could simply keep wasting time like this.
He had plenty of time anyway.
He just regretted that, before opening the door earlier, he should have eaten something.
His stomach was still empty.
Several minutes—or perhaps more than ten minutes—later, there was finally some movement. This place was simply too strange; Luo Chuan found it difficult to sense the passage of time, unlike outside, where the changing sunlight made it apparent.
Whispers like sleep talking.
It was as though someone had deliberately lowered their voice to mutter in secret.
As for what they were saying, he could not make it out at all.
Luo Chuan was in no hurry.
As time passed, the whispers gradually became much clearer.
At last, Luo Chuan could barely make out what they were saying.
"Can he see us?"
"He saw us!"
"He actually saw us..."
The voices grew louder and louder, shifting from whispers into clamor.
The shadows and black mist within these shadowy creatures surged faster and faster as well.
Luo Chuan felt somewhat irritated.
Anyone who had only just woken up and then had a crowd whispering in their ear would not be in a very good