"Who's talking...?" "Who's talking...?"
The phrase kept echoing in Zhun Cang's mind. He was a massive man standing in the center of a high platform with only three people on it, yet despite his booming voice, he was being completely ignored. 'How can I tolerate this?'
"Of course I'm the one talking!" Zhun Cang spoke again.
This time, He Long finally noticed the source of the voice, who was as dark as a lump of coal. He muttered, "I thought it was a statue. Turns out it's a person."
After muttering, He Long immediately said, "My apologies. I've just arrived and am a bit unfamiliar with the place, a little nervous. Plus, the instructors here have... quite the unique appearance. I didn't notice you right away. I'm sorry."
