"It doesn't seem like anything's changed!"
When the hands of the pocket watch in his hand stepped to the calculated position, Fu Qian observed his surroundings immediately.
Nothing unusual seemed to have appeared, including the crowd frolicking in the distance, which looked perfectly normal.
However, even with this scene before him, Fu Qian still sat motionless in his original spot.
A professional taskperson would not make the mistake of blind optimism; the anomaly might already be there, but it just hadn't been observed yet.
The spot he currently occupied had been carefully selected – his view was good, the location peripheral, not a thoroughfare to any particular destination.
The purpose was to minimize variables when the nightmare came.
So, returning to the question, where exactly was the anomaly manifesting?
While pondering, Fu Qian suddenly felt a taste developing in his mouth.
