The bus driver muttered to himself, sticking to the usual routine, pretending he hadn't seen anything and there would be no issues.
The bus closed its doors and drove away.
No one boarded, and there was nobody waiting on the bench at the station.
At 11:40 p.m., at Mo Yuankai's residence.
After a hasty dinner, everyone left one by one. Mo Yuankai declined the guests' offers to help, leaving only the silver-haired young man to help him clear the table.
Superpowers were particularly convenient at this moment, allowing them to clean up without lifting a hand.
The two sat side by side on the sofa. Mo Yuankai pressed the remote, and a strange painting appeared on the large screen in the living room.
Gongsun Ce recognized what it was. Every time he had a nightmare, he would see that embodiment of despair etched deep in his memory.
The one-eyed beast perched atop the seven clock towers, the Netherworld Dragon that had arrived three years earlier.