"Since everything here depends on opportunity, then you are my opportunity!"
A domineering voice rang out from beside a table in the central hall, drawing curious glances from several people passing by.
When they saw that the one doing something so absurd was none other than the even-more-single-minded Merfolk King, they all hurried away.
Yet none of them knew—
After shouting those words, the Merfolk King truly sensed a faint change in the bamboo slip in his hand.
The change was impossible to put into words, and he did not dare let his attention wander in the slightest.
"What the hell are you pretending for?"
"Show yourself already!"
"You are my destined opportunity! Since you and I are fated, you have to let me learn! Let me learn already! Hurry up and let me learn!"
The Merfolk King looked utterly crazed as he continuously pointed at the bamboo slip in his hand and cursed at it.
At first, people would occasionally turn back to glance at him.
But before long, no one paid any attention to such a lunatic anymore.
To challenge a dead object like that—
Anyone who tried to persuade him would be the one with something wrong in their head.
In the corridor.
Chu Huan held a bamboo slip in his hand. Unlike the others, he was not in a rush, merely walking through the corridor at an ordinary pace.
"It's you, it's you. I can feel it—my destined opportunity is you. But why can't I see what exactly you have written?"
Chu Huan's words had also become a peculiar sight.
Amid the hurried Seven Colors Treasury, he seemed so distinctly out of place.
Time slowly passed.
One person after another began to display similar behavior.
Yet the people who fell into such strange states astonished everyone