Ye Qiyan's sudden appearance was like a candle lit in Zhao Lin's bleak, unlucky life.
The intense bad luck had turned into a black, ominous aura that seemed almost tangible.
She dared not approach Ye Qiyan, afraid that this bad luck would rub off on him.
Yet Ye Qiyan still jumped down from the enormous doorway and stood before her.
"Brother Qiyan, don't... don't come closer, I..."
"I have to say, your talent really is strange. Why does it feel like your bad luck always causes so much more of a stir than your good luck?"
Ye Qiyan curled his lip in distaste, but looking at her wrapped in bad luck from head to toe, he could not help wanting to laugh.
"You look even worse than our old boss Charlatan did when he got your bad luck back then."
Creak... creak...
The Wind Gate, forcibly blocked by the Space Door, seemed to have a consciousness of its own and suddenly increased its strength.
It wanted to forcibly suck Zhao Lin inside.
"What a pain. If I'd known this stop would be so troublesome, I would've charged more."
Ye Qiyan grumbled in exasperation, crossed his right thumb and middle finger, and snapped them hard.
"A gate without an owner, so desperate to get someone inside. Heh, sure enough, that guy Lu Jiayun interfered with it too."
He already knew now that [Wind] had gone to Solo City back then because of Lu Jiayun.
How had [Wind] come into being then?
A being that had merely obtained the authority of the End had impatiently proclaimed itself a true god.
Where had the End come from?
And why had it insisted on going to Solo City?
Today, those questions finally had their answers.
"I suppose that's the Wasteland for you. Even with