Lord of War Li Qing pondered for a moment. "Next, I need to raise the upper limit of the Swiftwind Walker's power."
The Swiftwind Walker's ritual was very simple: a running Swiftwind Walker would bring gale-force winds and aid.
Such winds could bring you death, or they might help you escape disaster.
It was the easiest to realize among the various branching logics of the Lord of War.
Lord of War Li Qing's breeze covered the entire Pearl Kingdom, and all information within the kingdom poured into his mind.
Way of Changes controlled the overall situation and calculated the future.
The futures of each of the five thousand people emerged in his mind. Now, he had to use the Swiftwind Walker's logic to influence them and make them believe in the Swiftwind Walker's existence.
A little beggar was darting through the city, clutching a flatbread in his hand as he ate and ran.
A burly man with a vicious expression was chasing him from behind.
"You little bastard, you dare steal my bread?"
"Stop right there!"
The burly man looked savage. If the little beggar were caught, a brutal beating would probably take his life.
At that moment, a gentle breeze drifted into the little beggar's ear.
"Little beggar, I am the Swiftwind Walker. Do you want to escape? If you do, nod your head. I can grant you the lucky winds of swiftness and help you flee your pursuer."
Hearing the voice hovering by his ear, the little beggar's face filled with terror.
He looked around, but saw no one.
"Got you." A ferocious laugh suddenly came from behind him.
A huge hand reached for the little beggar's neck.
The little beggar abruptly came back to his senses, threw himself to the ground, and rolled backward.
The man chasing