The Nether Lord had barely left when Nan Feng arrived at Huang Mao's house.
Was this really a coincidence?
Or had the course of history long since been set?
The farthest future Nan Feng had visited was January 13th, Year 20.
That was roughly a month from now.
Based on what he knew, at the very least, Nan City still had not managed to capture the Nether Lord a month later.
"If I find the Nether Lord now, then the future will be rewritten..." Nan Feng murmured. "And if the future can be rewritten, then history can be rewritten."
A butterfly only needed to gently flap its wings a few times to possibly cause a hurricane hundreds of kilometers away.
If Nan Feng rewrote history, what kind of enormous storm would it trigger?
He did not know, but he wanted to try.
And the first step of that attempt was to find the Nether Lord within this month.
While Nan Feng was deep in thought, Ke Rong had already silently gripped his short dagger and slowly edged toward Nan Feng.
Just as he was about to strike, Nan Feng suddenly spoke. "Huang Mao, what did that black-robed man look like?"
"..." Ke Rong paused, then stabbed at Nan Feng. "Die!"
The dagger failed to pierce Nan Feng's body. It did not even leave a mark on his clothes.
That was hardly surprising. After all, Nan Feng's clothes were merely an illusion.
What he was truly wearing was an all-environment adaptive humanoid self-propelled tactical machine. How could Huang Mao's low-grade Destined Divine Weapon possibly hurt a robot?
"Damn it."
Ke Rong instantly understood the gap in strength between them. He turned, vaulted over the wall, and fled.
"Help..." Ke Rong shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to draw over