"Su Sheng, you..."
Before Tang Zijun could finish her sentence, she saw the man suddenly put down another chopstick while continuously chewing on a big piece of meat, his hands still gesturing and his lips moving as if he were mumbling something, but she couldn't quite make out what he was saying.
Strangely enough, Su Sheng had his eyes open, but there was no sparkle or focus in them, as if he lived in another world. But why, then, did he still know how to eat?
"No, this is akin to a godly level of entering a Meditative Trance!"
Lan Yuling was terrified, Wu Zhenglin was afraid, and Zeng Ni's eyes sparkled with little stars. She didn't understand, but knowing her brother was super impressive was enough for her.
