Beast Taming: the More the Better Chapter 878 - 375: Press Conference! The Announcement of Paperman Evolution! (Part 2)

"Brother Mu, it’s been ages!"

Mu Hang appeared somewhat taken aback to see Su Ping before him, especially with everyone watching, including the frequently televised President Qin and the two other notable figures beside him.

A flicker of unease crossed Mu Hang's face, but he swiftly regained his composure.

"Haha, you’ve become quite the prominent figure. Indeed, it has been a while since we last met."

Su Ping offered a slight smile. "What prominent figure? Are you here to challenge me? Just don't ask any difficult questions later on, alright?"

Mu Hang felt a swell of emotion.

He noticed the shift in how those around him were perceiving him.

He understood that Su Ping’s presence was a show of support.

Mu Hang pressed his lips together, momentarily finding himself without words, and instinctively reached out to grasp Su Ping’s hand.

"Su Ping..."

Observing the look on Mu Hang’s face, Su Ping smiled, grasping his unspoken thoughts. To him, it wasn't a significant matter.

However, Su Ping’s brow soon creased slightly as he looked at Mu Hang.

"Brother Mu, your hand is quite cold. Is the air conditioning backstage set too low?"

Mu Hang only then became aware, seeing Su Ping’s fingers turn slightly pale from his grip, and he awkwardly withdrew his hand.

"It’s… it’s nothing."

He stumbled over his words, a peculiar sensation stirring within him, though he couldn't pinpoint its origin.

At that moment, Qin Erlong and Ray Saint approached. Qin Erlong spoke, "Su Ping, go and greet the breeders who just arrived. Some of them have traveled all the way to Jianghai and hold important positions within the Dragon Nation; it would be inconsiderate not to extend a welcome."

"Certainly. I’ll go over now. Brother Mu, we can catch up properly after this event concludes."

Su Ping gave Mu Hang a wave before following Qin Erlong towards the gathered individuals at the forefront.

Mu Hang returned to his seat.

This brief interaction.

Caused many onlookers' perspectives of Mu Hang to shift.

It was evident that Su Ping held no grudges and was, in fact, quite amicable towards him?

But at this instant, Mu Hang paid no mind to the subtle changes brought about by those fleeting minutes; he was consumed by an overwhelmingly strange sensation.

It felt as though an ice block had been placed upon his brain and heart.

The chilling coldness completely immobilized him.

His entire circulatory system, his very soul, and his thoughts felt frozen at that very moment.

A profound chill permeated his entire being.

What was happening to him?

Mu Hang had no understanding of the events unfolding; all he knew was that a voice seemed to echo within his ears and heart.

This voice, both unfamiliar and strangely resonant, as if it had previously visited him in his dreams.

The voice, akin to a chilling witch's whisper, seemed intent on entombing his intellect and self-awareness in an icy crypt, and he already sensed his body slipping beyond his control.

This indescribable pressure compelled him to cry out involuntarily.

Yet, as he opened his mouth, not a single sound escaped.

Mustering all his strength, he reached for his chest.

There, he felt a peculiar Skull Pendant.

It was a gift from his father during his last visit.

The item possessed no discernible function; even the association's experts had found nothing unusual upon examination, so he had kept it as a token of his paternal connection.

But, at this critical juncture, Mu Hang began to grasp a disturbing truth.

His hand and arm had become incredibly stiff.

The voice in his ear was so piercingly clear it felt almost tangible.

He could feel the icy coldness seeping into his very blood, while simultaneously, something appeared to be stirring within it.

This emerging entity felt deeply ingrained within his blood and soul.

At this moment, Mu Hang felt a profound, somber realization dawn upon him,

His vision clouded with an unfathomable gloom and confusion; he couldn't comprehend how, in his father's eyes, familial bonds could be so utterly insignificant?

So trivial that his own bloodline could be readily sacrificed?

Yet, aside from his arm moving under duress, his body maintained its former erect posture.

Only that hand.

The very hand that had just clasped Su Ping's.

Mu Hang understood; it was only now that the reason for his presence here became clear, and he wondered if the mental suggestions of the past few days had originated from that disembodied voice?

But even this dawning comprehension arrived too late.

His entire body was gradually losing its responsiveness.

In that critical moment, Mu Hang understood that his own fate was irrelevant.

Because the true target of this entity was not him.

He extended the hand that had just shaken Su Ping’s, hoping to capture Su Ping’s attention. He desperately wished to convey that this press conference should not proceed.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the simple act of extending his right hand felt as if it were draining his very mental fortitude.

Yet, at this point, Mu Hang was filled with an unwavering resolve.

He was determined to warn Su Ping, even if it cost him his life.

And this was the sole opportunity he had left.

His trembling hand slowly reached outwards, drawing the notice of many around him.