"Your fortune, well, seems like there may not be much wealth in your future... Huh?"
Ning Fan was reading the palms of the mountaineering team members when he suddenly sensed something and abruptly looked up towards the direction of Mount Everest.
"What's up? Keep going, man. If I don't have wealth fortune, could I at least have some luck in love?"
The mountaineer urged him when he stopped speaking.
Without a word, Ning Fan left the team behind, pushed off with his legs, and instantly turned into a shadowy figure darting out.
In just an instant, he disappeared from the mountaineers' sight.
"Holy crap!"
"What just happened?"
"Are my eyes deceiving me, or did he just vanish?"
"No! He was just so fast, that's why it seemed like he disappeared!"
"That's insane, how can a human move that fast!"
When the mountaineering team regained their senses, all they could see was Ning Fan's figure, already hundreds of meters away.
With another glance, he had vanished from their sight.
