In the spacious office with a panoramic view of the night through floor-to-ceiling windows,
as the mysterious entity in front of him gently pointed, a stream of information flooded into Pei Hongjing's mind, and he suddenly realized.
The world had fallen.
Endless catastrophe.
The torch passed on.
The chosen one.
"I am, the one chosen by fate?"
By this moment, he no longer believed that the work of an Awakener was at play.
He had encountered Awakeners before.
He was not unfamiliar with the 'big shots' from the investigation bureau.
But those wild Awakeners? They weren't even fit to carry shoes!
Pei Hongjing took a couple of deep breaths, his mind piecing together the clues. The torch must surely be an ancient organization hidden from the world, and now that it had chosen him, this was definitely a significant opportunity.
