Xiang Beifei didn't care about anything; he had come all this way and it was impossible to turn back just because of a past consciousness—he had to obtain the answers he wanted.
So, he made his move.
Even though he was no match for his opponent, he felt no fear.
The bursting intent of his punch roared forward and smashed into Xiang Qingde, stirring up a violent gust.
However, the aura emanating from Xiang Qingde was incredibly potent, resembling an insurmountable wall. He simply extended his hand and effortlessly caught Xiang Beifei's fist, the terrifying fluctuations exploding in his palm, yet failing to elicit even a small splash.
"Are those answers so important to you?" Xiang Qingde inquired.
"I just want to know why I'm the only one without a system," Xiang Beifei said, "or tell me directly, what exactly do you know?"
He thought that his lack of a system was due to him being a transmigrator.
But the words of Comrade Xiang Tianxing that day were hard for him to let go of.
