"Are you daydreaming?" When Song Shuhang noticed The Almighty Merchant's unfocused gaze, he felt a sudden pang of anxiety.
It's quite unnerving when big shots lose focus—see Senior White's note, item number six.
Song Shuhang had encountered this kind of distracted behavior several times before, so he always stayed alert.
"Senior Almighty Merchant!" He tried calling out again.
But it seemed like Senior Almighty Merchant, or Almighty Merchant for short, was completely oblivious to Song Shuhang's attempts to get his attention. He maintained his posture, with his hands crossed under his chin, gazing blankly towards the location of the tomb.
"This isn't good, he's really lost in thought." Song Shuhang turned to the others and asked, "Does anyone know an earth-type magical technique? We need to make a stable chair for Senior Almighty Merchant to prevent him from accidentally falling to the ground!"
