The evening sky was still clear.
In a second, Fu Qian returned to the bookstore, settling back into his luxurious chair as he studied the view outside.
The weather was lovely, though unfortunately, only a sliver of the sunset remained.
Fortunately, even with only that sliver left, there was no sign that the sun would fail to rise tomorrow.
Though the number thirteen was, in theory, indeed somewhat unlucky.
With a sigh, Fu Qian touched the now-empty cup before him and picked up the pot beside it to pour himself another.
It was still warm. Gan Baobao's skills might have been lacking, but fortunately, the tea itself was of excellent quality.
Before entering the Warehouse, he had given her a bit of advice here.
He had emphasized that while there might be far too many unfair differences between extraordinary individuals and ordinary people, at least in the face of true death, fear was actually the same.
At this very moment, it carried a faint air of prophecy fulfilled.
This mission was not only bizarre; the combination of forty-eight and thirteen seemed to cast a shadow over everything.
Even the item's designation was 013.
In the past, he might have considered it mere coincidence, but he had only recently confirmed the power of numbers.
Not to mention the similarity between the designation numbers of the two contained artifacts connected to Old Master Ji.
Still, it was best to think positively. Even if it was only thirteen days, that was nearly two weeks.
Not to mention that this time, there had even been a small additional gain.
Bernard... one half of that coffee-bookstore duo, had actually been to Demon Mountain as well?
As repayment for helping supplement the records related to Lasik, while Old Master Mo Song had not provided much in