Walking on the road, whether it was because he had finally broken through into the Condensation Period or just being in an exceptionally good mood, Xiao Yi felt that everything he saw today was especially bright and beautiful, as if all the things in the world were brimming with life.
Contrary to what his eyes saw, his entire being seemed to have dimmed, or rather, become more transparent. In the past, whenever he carried his bag on his way to school, he would receive a few odd glances from passersby.
But today, they seemed to have completely overlooked him, or rather, seemed incapable of noticing him at all. He made his way to school without a single passerby giving him another glance.
Xiao Yi, however, hadn't noticed this anomaly. He was walking briskly towards school; the first class of the day was English, a minor subject, and he had no desire to be late.
