「Ten minutes later.」
Origin Martial Arts Hall lobby.
The girl at the front desk was idly taking pictures of her freshly manicured nails with her phone.
A young man with a face full of pimples walked over, his expression dazed.
The girl glanced up, recognized him, frowned, and was about to scold him.
"Liu Xiangyu, you're so annoying... Huh?"
But as soon as she spoke, she realized the young man wasn't even heading towards her.
He didn't even glance at her; he just drifted right past.
"What's with that expression? Did he see a ghost or something?" the girl mumbled, looking at the young man's distraught appearance.
No sooner had she spoken than three more people walked by, their expressions and conditions almost identical to Liu Xiangyu's.
Their eyes were wide, mouths slightly agape, looking as if they were still in shock and hadn't recovered.
"Huh?"
The girl put down her phone, leaned forward to peer in the direction they had left, and started to find it odd.
