Half an hour later, Chen Shouyi landed on the highway in the suburbs.
The sky was still pitch black, the air was chilly, and there were only sporadic vehicles passing by on the road.
He took out his watch from the space and saw it was only three o'clock in the morning. The distant city lights were dim, and even the earliest sanitation workers hadn't started working yet.
He took out a bicycle, preparing to leisurely return.
Suddenly, he felt something and stopped his bicycle, looking into the distance.
A tall man in black was quietly standing by the roadside, and his familiar face made Chen Shouyi instinctively feel a chill.
But he quickly reacted.
There was nothing to be afraid of.
The one who came was not someone else, but that mysterious person who has been prophesying for humanity, always elusive.
A mere weakling, unable to even defeat the heavily injured Lord of Lightning.
"Are you waiting for me?" Chen Shouyi said coldly, pushing his bicycle slowly towards him.
