Waiting for a White Robe

"It seems, young friend, that you already know the answer."

Feng Xunzi smiled faintly and gently refilled the tea set before him.

Yang Chen remained silent, still dwelling on everything he had seen earlier.

That person who had the same face as him.

Who exactly was he?

Yang Chen kept turning it over in his mind. And what had the hat-wearing man meant when he told him to trust the voice in his head?

Yang Chen did not dare think too deeply about it, because everything had suddenly become terrifying the more he thought about it.

The voice in his head—was it referring to the system?

Yang Chen pondered.

Why should he trust the voice in his head?

Could something be about to happen?

The deeper Yang Chen thought, the more he realized that he seemed to be trapped in a vortex, one from which there was no escape. Perhaps this entire scheme had begun the moment he obtained the system.

From Huaxia, to the Immortal Realm, then to Great Tang.

That person with the same face as him seemed to have already arranged every road that lay ahead of him.

Everywhere he went, there were traces left behind by that person.

By now, Yang Chen was certain that the system was inextricably connected to the hat-wearing man.

Or rather, the system had been created by that person!

Yang Chen abruptly raised his head and stared at Feng Xunzi before him. In a deep voice, he asked, "You've met that person?"

Feng Xunzi smiled faintly, gently placing his hand on his knee as his eyelids slowly lowered.

"That person bestowed a great fortune upon me and had me wait here once more for you, young friend."

"And the cup of tea you drank was also left behind by that person.