Two hours ago, on the T University campus, at the foot of Lovers' Slope.
Hu Jiayao crouched on the ground, motionless, with wide-open eyes, as if he was still awake.
Beside him, Yang Mingzhong held two strands of "Intricate Threads" in his hands, a slight frown on his brow, focusing intently on every tiny tremor of the silk strands, like a patient fisherman.
Suddenly, the "signal" from one of the silver threads, which was linked to a person, was completely cut off.
This meant that the man had suddenly entered a space that did not belong to this instance map.
Yang Mingzhong fell into deep thought, and the next moment, the phone in his pocket vibrated with a buzzing sound, and at the same time, a vibration came from Hu Jiayao's pocket too.
"Damn it!"
Hu Jiayao jerked awake, his whole body shuddered, and he instinctively clenched his fists, looking warily ahead.
It was empty there, with nothing.
He looked at the person beside him with some confusion, "… Why did I wake up?"
