Bang! The abrupt crash of a table came as Lin An suddenly rose to his feet.
Lin An's eyes quickly swept across the room, not even missing the moonlight outside the window.
Only after several seconds did he slowly sit back down, his expression grim.
There was no one there. Nothing was watching him.
The handwriting was from half a year ago, and the paper was ordinary paper. This sentence had indeed been written by Chu An before the Xenomorph War.
Yet this utterly ordinary sentence gave him the feeling of returning to the first time he had met Chu An.
"What a bastard!"
Taking a deep breath, Lin An could not help cursing Chu An under his breath. His mood of "reminiscing" about Chu An was instantly swept away.
If nothing unexpected had happened, Chu An had once again seemingly predicted the future and anticipated his anticipation.
Sure enough.
After Lin An turned the twenty-first page with a complicated expression, all the words that followed had been written in red ink.
"Lin An, you don't need to look anymore. I'm not watching you."
"Don't be surprised. If I'm not mistaken, you should have dealt with the Mutant, but you didn't completely deal with the Refugees, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have had time to read through the notes I left behind, nor would you have deliberately checked the Faith information."
"Hmm, if you're reading the notes, that means I can't communicate with you and am still asleep. Then you probably haven't reached the Fifth Order yet."
"So, your current point in time should be half a year later? The first mission you'll face will require you to advance along the Three Systems, or use the power of the Faith System?"
As though they were conversing face-to-face, Lin An "looked at"