Su Wuwei looked Wang Jianshe up and down, gave a soft scoff, and tapped the table meaningfully.
"You think splitting us up will keep anything major from happening?"
"At least it won't catch us off guard." Wang Jianshe leisurely sipped his tea and sighed.
"We don't want to face [Sun's Sorrow], [Abyssal Erosion], and [Whale of Wailing], all Three Calamities appearing at once, either. Our hearts really couldn't take that."
Throw in [Those Without a Home], perhaps, or a few more Calamities, and the Present World might as well explode.
As Wang Jianshe drank his tea, he looked at Su Wuwei through the rising steam. As a Calamity yet to fully form, this was not Su Wuwei's first time traveling through the Present World.
He had seen countless geniuses. Even in the era over a decade ago, Yang You's talent had shone like a star.
Yet Su Wuwei had still rejected Yang You's invitation. Like an invisible man detached from the world, he passed through a thousand flowers without carrying away a trace of their fragrance, never staying for anyone.
He had originally thought that Su Wuwei's sudden whim to join the team Hold Up the Heavens was just like before-that he was merely passing through, watching. But he hadn't expected... he was serious.
"Ah, the Present World Scholars' Association's ships are heading to the Frontline. What do you think about that?"
"What am I supposed to think? I can't even get there."
Knowing there was a show to watch but being unable to go was no different from knowing there was a winning lottery ticket up ahead but being unable to buy it.
Su Wuwei felt uncomfortable all over, his whole body going slack with listless boredom.
Wang Jianshe took out a Terminal, rubbed it, and held it up