As Xiao Lin had just left Luo Qingyan's room and descended the steps, he suddenly noticed that the scenery around him had come to a standstill.

The wind stopped blowing, the birds ceased chirping, and the leaves that had fallen from the trees hung suspended in mid-air. Not only that, but even all the sounds seemed to have vanished.

It was as if someone had suddenly pressed the pause button.

"What the... what's going on? Za Warudo?"