The pinned comments from three of the world's top players slowly faded away. Before what seemed like the coming apocalypse, they still had the leisure to arrange a fight with each other.
They had even announced the time and place of their meeting publicly to the entire world.
However, Shui Zhongmeng had not specified where on the Great Wall they would meet, perhaps to avoid attracting potential onlookers.
As for how the two of them would find each other, no one knew.
Shui Zhongmeng: ...
Looking at the information on the game interface, his heart was calm as still water. He sat there quietly, lost in thought, seemingly without any emotion.
Seeking revenge on Sin?
What a joke. Saying that was basically the same as seeking death.
After all, even someone as powerful as Sun had died by his hand. If Shui Zhongmeng went, he would most likely just be throwing his life away.
But if he did not even dare face Sin, then wouldn't it be even more absurd to dream of defeating Hatred directly someday...?
So he was fully prepared. If a miracle happened on this trip, he would advance another step and truly gain the ability to fight Hatred.
If not, then it was nothing more than death. At least it would give the Heaven and Earth Society some backbone.
His phone had long since been turned off. Holding several stamped letters in his hand, he stood before a mailbox and dropped them in.
They were farewell letters to several close relatives. He considered himself a coward; he could not bear to face the apocalypse alongside them. Being able to leave first was perhaps a good thing.
"Sigh, with society in this state, will anyone even deliver these letters?"
Shui Zhongmeng's feminine, slender fingers brushed through his