At this moment, he stood at the center of the massive cyclone sweeping across the land like a natural disaster, calm yet most dangerous—the
Eye of the storm.
Instinctively, he turned his body, stepping lightly forward.
Buzz—
Without any warning, extremely abruptly.
The space around Xia Nan suddenly twisted and blurred for a moment.
The next second, his body vanished into the mist.
...
"Xia Nan? Xia Nan?"
From the deep, dark silence of the dense forest, a voice called out in a subdued tone.
Hai'an crouched low, carefully threading his way between the trees.
Beside him was his ever-present shadow-like guard, Wood.
Unlike their first encounter's bright cleanliness, the two now appeared somewhat disheveled.
Not only were their bodies covered in grass seeds and leaf fragments, but even their hair was matted with sweat.
Silver-gray eyes emitted a faint glow in the darkness as Hai'an carefully searched for his companion.
