Fu Qian found himself on a rather secluded street.
Especially under the thunderstorm, the street was even more deserted.
And the person who called out to him was just sitting in a chair in the rain, surrounded by a familiar mist of water.
The rain that fell from the sky merged silently and completely into it, not a single drop landing on her.
"You're slower than I thought," she said.
Fu Qian's calm response seemed somewhat unexpected to the woman.
The next moment, she slowly turned around.
Under the wide brim of her hat was a face that seemed somewhat familiar.
Fu Qian was certain he had seen this face less than a day ago.
The woman was clearly one of the Transcendents, and if he remembered correctly, her name was supposed to be Teresa.
Fu Qian recalled that she seemed quite familiar with Roland, and had even spoken to him before.
Now, Teresa, dressed all in black, was smirking under the mist that made her look like a ghost.
