After a scramble, the number of people on the street decreased by ninety percent. Most people logged off immediately after the scramble, but three or four individuals felt confident in their skills and bravely lingered.
Holding a giant's head in his arms, Zhao Sheng walked up to Fengfengzi, his expression calm, and asked, "I'm about to leave, but before I do, may I boldly ask, how might I meet you again in the future?"
Fengfengzi replied indifferently, "In the past thousand years, I have frequently been active in Gray Mountain, Black Desert, and Endless Tower. If we are destined, we will meet again. If not, it is all the will of Heaven."
After hearing this, Zhao Sheng, highly perceptive, caught onto a certain word and pointed to the gray mountain hundreds of miles away, questioning, "Gray Mountain? Could it be... referring to this place?"
"Indeed!" Fengfengzi nodded.
Zhao Sheng's mind raced as he analyzed more information hidden in the other party's words.
