The short elderly man slowly walked in, his eyes sweeping slowly over the interior of the vehicle.
At this moment, although everyone who had boarded had paid a hefty sum for their tickets, strangely, it was as if no one saw the elderly man; each person continued talking amongst themselves, seemingly discussing the thunderous roar that had come from outside earlier.
Most of these ordinary people only felt a bit of shock to their ears from the noise, and nothing else out of the ordinary, while some of the cultivators had solemn expressions, most choosing to close their eyes and remain silent.
After the elderly man with the rosary beads entered, he carefully observed the passengers row by row.
Most of the passengers he observed failed to notice him, treating him as if he were completely invisible. Only occasionally did a few seem to sense something, but they would invariably lower their heads when they saw the elderly man.