Luo Chuan recalled how Su Nan had described encountering Black Scale last night. From the looks of it, his mental state, affected by the Lord of the End, had recovered considerably. Black Scale himself simply had yet to realize it.
"A customer gave me the crystal containing your spiritual power."
Black Scale could not help thinking of that white-clad figure he had encountered before. He shuddered, making Luo Chuan find it rather amusing. It seemed Su Nan had left a very deep psychological shadow over him.
A spatial vortex opened, and Luo Chuan's figure vanished from the System Space.
He had not left Black Scale a Magic Phone. The reason was simple: he had only been here for such a short time. He should calm down and reflect properly on what he had done before. Luo Chuan would talk about it when he felt the time was right.
Soul Lock had spent a long time alone in the System Space back then. He absolutely could not favor one over the other.
"What do you think of the boss?" Soul Lock asked casually.
"He seems quite easy to talk to." That was Black Scale's first impression of Luo Chuan. After a pause, he continued, "Other than that, he seems rather lazy and unconcerned about the Endless Divine Court, as though he has never taken it seriously."
"Heh." Soul Lock sneered.
Easy to talk to?
He did not even know how to evaluate Black Scale's words. What exactly had given him the illusion that the boss was easy to talk to? That was clearly nothing more than utter indifference.
Black Scale clearly remembered the period when he had first arrived in the System Space. There had been only himself in that dead, silent space. His mind had nearly collapsed, yet he was