Individuals like Logan are indeed rare; he stood amid the crowd like a fresh stream, untouched by dust.
Logan observed the reactions of the people around him, feeling somewhat perplexed.
Did these fellows really need to be so exaggerated?
It seemed like he hadn't done anything, merely standing there quietly, yet somehow he had become the focal point of everyone's attention.
The looks in people's eyes were filled with reverence and curiosity, as if he were some priceless Treasure, drawing them irresistibly closer, yet they dared not touch him lightly.
Logan slightly furrowed his brow; he disliked this feeling of being watched by everyone, which made him uncomfortable.
He shook his head slightly, trying to shake off this inexplicable mood, then turned to leave.
However, at the moment he turned around, an unexpected voice sounded beside his ear.
"Logan, you've finally arrived," the voice carried a sense of urgency and anticipation, it was Sheron Perri.