Luo Chuan, bored out of his mind and about to see whether there were any interesting novels on the Magic Phone, suddenly felt an inexplicable chill run down his spine.
The feeling was difficult to put into words. In any case, it was deeply unpleasant, as though some extraordinary power were secretly watching him from the shadows.
Following that faint, almost nonexistent connection, Luo Chuan's gaze eventually fell on Bu Lige.
She was standing blankly before the machine that sold rice cakes, her eyes unfocused and her expression slightly absent-minded. She was clearly pondering something, so much so that she did not even notice Luo Chuan looking at her.
Bu Lige, daughter of Bu Cangqiong, Marquis Zhennan of the Tianxing Empire. Age: ten... exact age unknown. Realm: Fifth Grade Creation—no, already Sixth Grade Creation. Quite talented.
That was roughly all Luo Chuan knew about Bu Lige.
Luo Chuan was certain of one thing: although this girl usually acted like a carefree playboy before him, she was definitely not truly like that.
As for the specific reason...
In Luo Chuan's opinion, it was probably because of Origin Mall's special status. It stood above the world, untouched by mortal dust, and no customer needed to concern themselves with certain matters here.
That was why they could show their true selves—or perhaps another mask.
But none of that had anything to do with Luo Chuan. He was the owner of Origin Mall, and those who came to the store were Origin Mall's customers. That was enough.
Bu Lige keenly sensed something and finally ended her wild train of thought. At the same time, she instinctively looked behind her and met Luo Chuan's faint, shadowy gaze.
Bu Lige's expression instantly froze. She gave Luo Chuan a few slightly awkward dry laughs before turning back