Chen Shouyi let out a breath and said,
"Let's take a walk together."
The group headed toward the forest ahead. Fang Haoran and Mark exchanged a glance, then hurried after them.
Autumn was in full swing in the Other World. Golden leaves drifted down from overhead now and then, and the ground, blanketed in fallen leaves, felt unusually soft beneath their feet.
"Winter's almost here." Chen Shouyi reached out, and a fallen leaf flew into his hand.
If humanity lost the war, this winter might be a hard one to get through.
"Yeah. According to the Other World's calendar, winter is still fifty-five days away," Luo Jingwen said beside him.
The mood was rather heavy.
Chen Shouyi looked at An Haoran and Mark. "You two came from Yanzhou?"
"Yes, Lord Godchen!" The two men answered dutifully, not daring to be careless. At that moment, who could have guessed that these two had once been notorious titans of the Myriad Gods Society? They looked just like two harmless little white rabbits.
"Have you seen the Lord of Lightning?" Chen Shouyi asked.
"N-no, we haven't!" An Haoran hurriedly replied. If we had seen him, how could we still be standing here?
Chen Shouyi felt disappointed and gently patted the tree beside him.
Everyone looked over at once.
When the tree showed no reaction, they instinctively breathed a sigh of relief. Facing humanity's God of Martial Arts, a human powerhouse on par with a true god, even the simplest gesture was enough to make their hearts tremble.
Even Ye Zong had to admit that Chen Shouyi had long since surpassed him by a wide margin, reaching a realm so mysterious and unfathomable it defied description.
Too bad he still wasn't strong enough!
Just then, an officer hurried over and saluted. "Chief Chen, the