"Who are you?" Lin Chuan's Tenseigan suddenly constricted, and a fine layer of cold sweat had already formed on his forehead.
The man in white opened his eyes, glanced at Lin Chuan, and calmly asked, "And who are you?"
Lin Chuan pondered for a moment. As the scripture within his body circulated, he cautiously said, "My name is Lin Chuan."
"Lin Chuan. Mm, I'll remember that." The man in white nodded. "I've forgotten my own name too. They all call me Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? They? Are there other people here?" Lin Chuan frowned.
This man's name was certainly strange—Tomorrow. It had to be a codename. But Lin Chuan's main concern was not the man's name, but the "they" he had mentioned.
"This place... is full of people. It's quite lively. Can't you feel them?" the man in white asked.
"I... can't!" Lin Chuan shook his head, sweeping his gaze over the surroundings. For a moment, his scalp tingled. It was as if countless eyes were watching him from all around, yet he could not see any of them. The feeling was exceedingly bizarre and made him uncomfortable all over.
Combined with the silent illusion around him, Lin Chuan felt as though he had run into ghosts.
"Old man, who is this person? Do you know him? Tomorrow—why is that name so strange..." Lin Chuan asked the old man deep within his mind. Yet before his words had even faded, he discovered that the old man's manifested figure in his spiritual sea had vanished. No matter how he called out, there was no response.
"He was probably afraid of me."
Suddenly, the man in white spoke seriously.
"Ah... haha, you can hear what I'm saying in my spiritual sea?" Lin Chuan laughed awkwardly twice, though a towering wave had already risen in