Lin Suqing had walked quite some distance before he detected a peculiar atmosphere surrounding him. He scanned the crowd warily, but no matter how quickly he turned his gaze somewhere, the people there would immediately cease their discussions and resume whatever they had been busy with.
"Excuse me, does anyone know whose lost ball this is?" He boldly asked aloud.
People waved their hands dismissively, those who were doing business kept at it, and those who were en route continued on their way.
If nobody knew anything, what then were they discussing? He pondered this deeply and figured perhaps it was indeed odd to see a grown man holding such a trinket in his hand? That seemed quite possible. After all, even in his original world, if a somewhat fair-looking man were to hold such a colorful and shiny ball in his hand, he might be subject to ridicule and called effeminate... And even more so here...
