Qin Hao smiled and paid it no mind, stepping forward to follow. Just as Qin Hao was about to turn away, he seemed to sense something. His head turned ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly, toward where Dustin stood. Dustin's heart stirred, but his expression remained unchanged, maintaining the same calm as before. His gaze seemed to sweep casually over the chaotic area, then moved away to rest on the shimmering surface of the lake—as if he were just an ordinary passerby whose attention had been drawn by the sudden incident. Qin Hao's gaze lingered on Dustin for less than half a second. He saw an ordinary-looking young man, dressed plainly, with a calm demeanor, standing by the lake watching the commotion—no different from the other curious onlookers around him. The corner of Qin Hao's mouth seemed to twitch upward ever so slightly, forming a smile of unclear meaning. In that smile was indifference, condescension, and perhaps a faint mockery of the masses that even he himse...