Thud.
Nan Feng fell from the sky spread-eagled, crashing into someone's vegetable patch.
"Ptooey..." He spat out two leaves, climbed to his feet, and dusted the dirt off himself. "Where is this now?"
Nan Feng looked around in confusion, unsure of where he was.
This time, he had not fought against the massive waves of time. Instead, he had gone with the flow and let them carry him onward.
He had thought that when he opened his eyes again, he would see Xiao Luo standing before him with a blade raised. But things had not unfolded as Nan Feng expected.
The River of Time... had not brought him to the right point in time?
"Did the River of Time bug out?" Nan Feng muttered.
He opened his panel, intending to check the time.
But after several rounds of time travel, the time displayed on his panel had become a string of garbled characters.
Nan Feng entered the Handsome Men Group again, intending to ask the others.
But this godforsaken backwater had no signal at all, and he could not send any messages.
"Out of every novel I've read, you're the most useless system," Nan Feng grumbled as he walked out of the vegetable patch.
He had come gently, and he left gently too. He had not stepped on a single vegetable, demonstrating excellent manners.
As for the ones he had smashed when he landed... that had been force majeure, unrelated to manners.
About a hundred meters northwest of the vegetable patch was a small village.
Just then, a dark-skinned, muscular young man walked out of the village.
Nan Feng sensed a familiar aura from him—an aura unique to the Chosen Ones.
"A Chosen One? Is he Black?"
Nan Feng took a step forward.
That single step carried him across a