Half an hour later, Chen Shouyi landed on a highway in the suburbs.
The sky was still pitch-black, and the air was chilly. Only a few cars passed on the road.
He took a watch from his spatial inventory and checked the time. It was only three in the morning. The city lights in the distance were dim, and even the earliest sanitation workers hadn't started work yet.
He took out a bicycle, intending to ride home at a leisurely pace.
Suddenly, he sensed something. He stopped and looked into the distance.
A tall, slender man in black stood silently by the roadside. At the sight of his familiar face, Chen Shouyi instinctively shuddered in alarm.
But he quickly came to his senses.
There was nothing to be afraid of.
The man wasn't someone else. He was the mysterious figure who had been appearing and disappearing without a trace, delivering prophecies to humanity.
A pathetic weakling who couldn't even take down the Lord of Lightning when he was gravely wounded...
"Were you waiting for me?" Chen Shouyi asked coldly, pushing his bicycle slowly toward him.
He hadn't forgotten how the man had threatened him last time.
"Earth's fate is always shrouded in mist, ever-changing and unpredictable. Even I cannot fully peer into it. Respected human powerhouse, fate has brought us together once again!" A humble smile played at the corners of his mouth. In the tone of a charlatan, he said, "Please allow me to introduce myself. Many call me the Thief of Fate."
Compared to last time, his attitude had changed noticeably.
Before, he'd been somewhat condescending, like a superior addressing an inferior. Now, he treated Chen Shouyi as an equal—or even looked up to him.
There was no helping it. He wasn't skilled at fighting.
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