On the plane, Li Huowang glanced sideways at the view beyond the window, watching the houses below that looked no bigger than matchboxes.
As his left hand slowly moved to his mouth and opened, it revealed a black-and-white die—the one he had just picked up.
But Li Huowang knew it was no coincidence. This was Dice.
While watching the scenery, Li Huowang asked the fingernail-sized die in his hand, "What exactly are you trying to do, sneaking along after me?"
"Don't answer. Even if you spoke right now, I wouldn't be able to hear you. No matter how imposing you were back then, in my hands now, you're just a little trinket that can't move."
"Dice, I don't know whether you actually helped last time or not. I'm now a Siming—I can never go back, but I can still affect things over there."
"We've dealt with each other quite a few times now. You could say we're acquaintances. Why not do what you're good at?"
Li Huowang lowered his gaze to the die in his palm. "You can't help me here, but you can help me over there. Don't tell me that, as the head of Sitting Forgetting Dao, you can't even handle something this small."
"As long as you do it well, I can reward you. But if you can't do it—or if you try to play dirty—don't blame me for dealing with you. In my eyes right now, you're nothing! If I want you dead, it'll be as easy as turning my hand over!"
Having said that, Li Huowang opened his mouth and tossed the die straight into it to prove his strength.
His expression twisted savagely as his upper and lower teeth exerted a little force. The die in his mouth was immediately squeezed slightly out of