And as if fate his mocking him, predicting a thing that he doesn't want to happen, Su Xiaotian lets out a sigh from deep inside him, a sigh of disappointment seemingly due to the fact that his peaceful days in this place are about to stop now.
"What the hell are you sighing for, you bra—" feeling like they shouldn't be experiencing disrespect like this, one of the masked figures starts speaking using the same tone they were previously using, as if they are people sitting above the beings in this working field.
Before he can even finish his sentence, though, words seem to get stuck in his throat as he feels the primal urge to move away from where he currently is, this urge overwhelming him so much that he fails to stop himself from taking a couple of steps away from the immortal-like young man's figure.
