"September 17th, the wind suddenly picks up."
"An ability is not a gift, but a whip urging us to evolve."
The factory manager died a natural death, but it was not so natural after all.
The awakening of the ability further consumed what little Life Force he had, and the remaining time was not enough for him to advance to Tier One.
When the manager got on board, he was already quite old, but there weren't enough people everywhere on the train, so the old man had to step up for the management position.
In a recent meeting, Su Huan could clearly feel the manager's declining Life Force.
So he transferred the manager's work to Zhou Qing and Wang Duoyu.
The manager's funeral was very quiet, without a memorial hall, without relatives, and without any of the ceremonies a funeral should have to show mourning.
By the time Su Huan arrived, Lin Jin's fire had already spread over the old man's tranquil face.
