C146 He Was Just a Sand Sculpture

The soft strains of jazz music couldn't mask the thunderous sound ringing in Sunn Hui's ears.

The opulent glow of crystal chandeliers failed to obscure the figure standing before Sunn Hui.

A mysterious chill sliced down Sunn Hui's spine.

In that moment, it was as if time itself had ground to a halt.

He stood there like a marionette with its strings cut, utterly frozen. His eyes were wide