"Hurry up, hurry up! If we're too late, it'll be troublesome!"
In Lianjiang International Airport, a young man dressed in sportswear disembarked from the plane, hunching over and hurrying along. At this time, the night sky was dark and lightless – not a sign of a significant event unfolding, simply a cold front passing through Lianjiang.
"What's the rush? If we miss today, there's always tomorrow. Besides, there's still plenty of time; we may not have missed it," Nan Xi said, walking behind him, casually adding, "The Disaster Messenger today is clearly dealing with the 'Night Parade of One Hundred Demons' – that has got to take a few hours, right?"
"It's hard to say. What if the Queen wields her Divine Skills, causing the demons to have diarrhea, harm themselves, commit suicide, or fight each other… or she could just make the continent sink or meteorites fall from the sky – that would all be over in minutes," the young man replied while walking.
