He Ao picked up the envelope, opened it, and found only a note inside:
[Sometimes, delving too deeply is not a good thing; we can save the world together.]
He Ao raised an eyebrow.
Prophecies and fate are equally disgusting.
He turned his gaze and looked back.
An elderly man dressed in black was slowly crossing the street, while a car with high beams flashing was speeding toward him.
Whoosh—
The next moment, the elderly man's entire body was lifted by a hand and carried across the road.
The car slammed on the brakes, swerved, and crashed into a stone pillar on the side.
The elderly man, still shaken, looked at He Ao, who stood with his back to the headlights. "Thank you, thank you, young man."
Even though the car had braked and swerved, he would surely have been hit.
But when he stood up straight, he found nothing in front of him.
He looked down at the crashed vehicle in front of him. "God, has a divine being manifested?"
