Pursuing the Culprit to Purple Earth

It was noon now. The sky should be bright but Xu Qing felt that the world wasn't that bright anymore.

Port 176 was clearly bustling with activity but in Xu Qing's perception, all sounds seemed to have disappeared.

That intense surreal feeling made him feel that everything was like a joke. The crowd walking past in the distance, the birds flying in the sky, the sounds of boats coming from the sea. Everything seemed to be isolated from his perception.

It was as though in his perception, the world had been divided into two layers. The first layer was the entire world and everyone. As for the other layer… there was only him.

It was too sudden.

Very few people could accept such sudden news immediately, and very few people could react instantly. Xu Qing staggered and grabbed the railing of the magic ship tightly.