"Huff..."
"Rustle, rustle, rustle..."
As the "scene change" completed, Lin Yi's senses gradually came back, swiftly adapting to his surroundings, while the intermittent conversations nearby drew his attention immediately.
"Stay calm, Wei Sang,"
Lin Yi was startled, "Is that... Young Master Tian's voice?! Why would Young Master Tian be speaking with Wei Sang?"
He immediately looked in the direction of the sound and saw two figures not far from the "Library-102" lamppost, they were Tian Bufan and Wei Shan.
At the moment, Wei Shan's brows were tightly knit, his breathing slightly heavy as if he was a lit gas canister, exhaling a "hiss" from his nostrils.
Tian Bufan, on the other hand, was placating him with a hand on his shoulder.
Wei Shan was a tall and burly, slightly overweight man, but still looked somewhat lacking in presence compared to the strong 1.9-meter-tall Tian Bufan.
