"Sometimes I really want to ask, when we are outside the mist, does the badge of the Mist Warrior no longer bring us luck?"
Longbei walked at the front of the group, waved his hand, and cleared the white mist in front of him.
Relying on synesthesia perception, he walked on the invisible path under his feet.
His mouth kept grumbling.
Behind him.
Kane and the others quietly closed their eyes, feeling the white clouds sliding past their ears and passing through their palms.
Everyone was so calm.
Stepping assuredly on the unseen road outside the mist.
Listening to Longbei's constant complaints.
Kane helplessly opened his eyes: "You can think about it differently—shouldn't there be very few areas in a world with life?
When the world shatters, for a fragment to be preserved intact, with rules not entirely chaotic, allowing life on it to remain well."
"Isn't such a probability very small? Thinking this way, encountering completely dead world fragments is a very normal thing."
