"Did you hear any sound just now?"
"[I am the sum of your senses; of course, I heard it.]"
"So it wasn't an illusion?"
Lu Luo pinched his chin, adopting a thoughtful expression.
The sound just now was clearly Noah's—Noah had called out to him? But there was no sign of him? What was this situation? Could it be that his spatial ability had broken through to such an extent? That he could send his voice over through space?
"Even if you're acting, this isn't how you do it..."
Noah's voice came again, and this time Lu Luo was far from calm.
His surroundings were desolate; except for the white stone floor, there was nothing. Not even the tentacles Lu Luo had planted himself.
So the question was, where was the sound coming from?
"It's haunted!"
"[Are you still afraid of ghosts?]"
"I fear ghosts, yet have they ever harmed me? Not at all."
Lu Luo shook his head, casting the irritating background music from his mind.
The current issue was whether Noah was nearby or not.
