In the handful of seconds when the eyes of the long-haired man in white penetrated the faint haze, the three individuals were unexpectedly drawn into an illusion of slow-moving time.
Time seemed to slow down, and a few short seconds felt like a few hours. The sense of supreme spiritual oppression which emanated from that gaze was like a sawtooth slicing away at a person's soul and awareness inch by inch.
Their clothes were completely soaked in sweat and they looked like drowned rats.
When the director and his tall and short subordinates from Landscape Manor roused from their confusion, they were stunned to find that the man in white had disappeared.
"Director Song…"
The two subordinates called his name several times before this older and more mature-looking man came back to his senses.
Where was the man?
Gone…
Where did he go?
No idea at all…
Everything had happened in just an instant.