When Lou Lan put the training hall’s mask on his face, he realized that he was actually wearing two layers of masks. It was an entirely original experience, just like how, at this very moment, he was standing on a stage in front of an audience.
While buying his usual groceries, he had passed by many training halls, seen many banners promoting blind battling, and had even heard many discussing it as well.
However, before today, he had never imagined that he would someday be standing on a stage and participating in a blind battle.
He truly would never have dreamed of it. Yet the reality was right in front of his eyes.
A battle awaited him; either he or his enemies would prevail. However, Lou Lan had a belly full of doubts; he wanted to tell Ai Hui that this situation was somewhat different to what the staff had described.
He reached upwards and lightly brushed his hand against the soul-fogging grass.
