It will come for revenge.
Although Sun Hang didn't know why he was so certain about this, the sentence was like a mental stamp, deeply engraved in his mind.
I don't need to look for its trace, I just need to wait in place, waiting for the moment of the final battle to come.
Vaguely, Sun Hang seemed to sense a gaze, crossing time and space, shooting at him from somewhere thousands of miles away. He turned his head and met a pair of eyes filled with resentment and madness.
That gaze disappeared in an instant, like a small pebble thrown into the river of time, creating a little splash that was quickly smoothed over by the flowing time.
This gaze did not belong to Sun Hang's time; it was more like a letter preserved for hundreds of years, with yellowing paper that oxidized rapidly upon contact with air, until it turned to nothingness.
"What's wrong with you?" Yang Qi waved her hand in front of Sun Hang, "Why do you look so absent-minded?"
