30 miles east of the Iron City.
The desolate wilderness was pitch-black under the night sky. The wind blew hard, but only the thin sand and dust fluttered weakly.
In this desolate wilderness, the real Chen Tianqi was sitting cross-legged on a large rock. Fluttering Cloud was moving with the wind ethereally. His malicious gaze landed somewhere in front of him, as if he was carefully sizing up something, or he was just in a daze.
After an unknown period of time, Chen Tianqi suddenly sensed something and turned his head to look in a direction. He saw a thin figure slowly walking over from the wilderness.
He walked over slowly with his hands behind his back, looking indifferent.
"It's him?"
Chen Tianqi's eyes widened as an ominous feeling surged in his heart.