Chen Kuang quietly watched the silhouette of her long hair swaying, knowing Shen Xingzhu must have realized something.
He himself felt like he was indulging in end-of-life care, even having his last words ready.
Yet he still couldn't fathom what kind of danger he might face?
...
On the third day's early morning, Chen Kuang stood on the hospital rooftop.
The passives activated over the past two days were rather mundane, one preventing his wealth from dwindling, the other giving his ice cream a "happiness" taste.
"What a pity... I really wanted to see what kind of happiness someone like Shen Xingzhu would experience."
The cold wind tugged at his clothes and pant legs.
He took a deep breath, exhaled deeply, then vanished in an instant from where he stood.
——With Chen Kuang's current cultivation level, he couldn't support long-distance movement, but he still possessed the "Time" path, allowing him to shift location instantly.
