Branch No. 1 became yet another bare-bones branch in Heavenly Sea, following the Tenth, Ninth, Eighth, Sixth, Third, and Second.
Li Yi had also become a manager all alone.
Those words from back then had taken on a different form in his heart.
"I'll turn things into something I can accept."
That sentence itself might have carried two different interpretations.
Ji Li's idea was to rely on his own efforts to rewrite the final outcome into one he would be willing to accept.
But Li Yi's idea was to find a reason that would allow him to accept that outcome.
The former perhaps valued the result more; the latter cared more about the process.
Thus, they would naturally walk down two entirely different paths.
By the time there were not many living people left outside City Central Hospital, Wen Chang's unwilling roar and Lan Yu's helpless sigh finally reached Li Yi's ears.
The final fact that Branch No. 1 had collapsed still diverted a fraction of his attention.
And it was precisely that moment of distraction that caused him to miss his chance to evade the Bronze Ancient Coffin.
Yet at the same time, a twisted black shadow appeared behind Ji Li. It pierced through the swirling ghostly phantoms and headed straight for his back.
At the same instant, the two men had both unleashed their methods upon the other, as though the outcome would be mutual defeat.
But just then, a voice suddenly rang out between them.
"People cannot kill people. At this point, many things are simply meaningless."
The man in a light gray tracksuit walked directly between them, a calm smile resting on his ordinary face.
To his right was the flying Bronze Ancient Coffin; to his left was the bizarre black shadow waiting for an opening.