By the time Li Xianfeng arrived in Tiepan City by plane, it was exactly six that evening. The sunset's lingering glow dyed the white clouds drifting across the sky red, edging them with orange-yellow lace. A little later, the clouds transformed into a rosy evening sky.
At the exit, he spotted Old Wang waiting in sunglasses and greeted him. "Hey, Old Wang, you haven't changed a bit! You really do look like a truck driver."
Wang Fumin paused. "You say that every time we meet. My lifespan is thousands of years. Of course a few decades wouldn't change much."
"But you've really changed a lot."
Li Xianfeng nodded. "You're telling me. It felt a little strange to me at first, too, but after a while, I got used to it."
The young man had somewhat thick lips, brown skin, and glossy black hair, looking like someone of Indian descent from next door. Only his bright, piercing eyes shone with wisdom beyond his peers.
Li Xianfeng reincarnated at random, so he could end up in any corner of Earth.
Besides, people hardly talked about racial distinctions these days.
After all, even Snake People and Macrosteel People had appeared in the Demon God's Sea. If humans still divided themselves into races, other species would laugh at them.
Old Wang looked him over for a good while, then laughed heartily. "Right, what was your name in this life again?"
"In this life, my name is Wang Zhexuan." Li Xianfeng showed his ID Card, deliberately putting on a very serious expression. "You can call me Wang Zhexuan."
Old Wang glanced at it and rubbed his nose. What kind of bullshit name was that?
Wang Zhexuan?
"So we share a surname this time around... A rather philosophical name. Still, I'm used to calling you Li