Su Ze didn't know how he'd left the smoking room, nor did he remember making his way back to his seat.
The academic conference was still in session, but all the voices around him sounded like the noisy chirping of cicadas, automatically filtered out by his brain.
He sat amidst the crowd, dazed and lost, his mind a complete blank.
He hadn't expected a single conversation with Feng Boyi to be so packed with information. For a moment, he had no idea what to do next.
"What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"
Prince Atago of the Great Desert, who was sitting beside Su Ze, noticed his ghastly expression and couldn't help but ask.
"Oh... It's nothing. It's just a little stuffy in here. I'm going to step out for some air."
Su Ze left his seat again and went out into the empty corridor, where he began to pace back and forth.
Whenever he needed to think deeply, he had a habit of pacing like this, as if the motion helped him straighten out his thoughts.
