After Liu Di stepped out of the vortex, the world suddenly opened up before him.
The sky stretched clear for thousands of miles, the bright sun shining overhead, radiating light and a faint warmth.
Beneath his feet lay a hollow covered in green vegetation. Between two hills ran a straight highway, its black asphalt marked with crisp white lines.
Everything was so beautiful.
2009, the sixth day of the seventh lunar month.
Liu Di knew very well that this was merely a two-hour segment of the sixth day of the seventh lunar month. Whether before or after it would be a temporal fracture.
Because that fragment was no bigger than a pebble.
He glanced at the roadside sign.
"This is still the Russian Federation. He Cang still hasn't gone home."
Liu Di looked around. "But where has that brat hidden himself?"
Suddenly.
A sedan drove over from the distance. When it came near Liu Di, a cylindrical stone abruptly rose from the otherwise flat road.
Bang!
The sedan's right front bumper was smashed through, coolant gushing from the leaking radiator as the vehicle came to an emergency stop.
The driver got out in complete confusion, bent down to inspect it, and wore an utterly baffled expression.
Liu Di watched from afar, narrowing his eyes slightly.
Then, beneath the sunlight, a man around thirty years old approached the sedan at an unhurried pace, his bald head gleaming brightly.
He smiled. "How unpredictable life can be. Disaster can strike from nowhere. How could a stone suddenly appear on such a fine road? My friend, there's no need to worry. Five hundred meters ahead is an auto repair center that also provides food and lodging. Mention The Big Figure's name, and you'll get twenty percent off everything."
As he spoke, the Baldy handed