Everyone in the shop watched nervously, and almost nobody dared breathe too loudly.
Mo Lingxu, however, ignored every frightened stare as if the entire room did not exist at all. Under countless terrified eyes, he padded across the floor with steady, silent steps, looking neither hurried nor cautious, as if this noisy pearl shop was nothing more than a shabby roadside stall that did not deserve its attention.
Its claws did not even scrape loudly against the floor, yet every single step somehow landed directly on everyone's hearts.
The closer it came, the paler the crowd's faces became.
Some people had already retreated so far backward that they were practically glued to the walls. Some had squeezed behind shelves. Some had even started regretting every nasty thing they had said earlier, because if this beast suddenly became unhappy, then their last words might really have been spoken in a pearl shop.
What an embarrassing way to die.
