The gray-haired middle-aged man hid under the eaves, writing furiously, his script reaching the final line as he placed the period:
"That's all."
Whoosh, bang!
A bolt of lightning suddenly descended from the clear sky, shattering Severston's tendril instantly, causing him to squint his eyes.
"The ability to interfere with fate—there's another expert?"
Fortunately, the tendril was composed of life force and non-conductive. Were it not for the hundreds of millions volts of natural high-voltage electricity, he would have faced the fate of having his account canceled.
"I can't let you delve deeper; the council's plan has just begun."
From afar, the gray-haired middle-aged man watched the battlefield, chuckling softly as he began to write again:
"Although the ambush was unsuccessful, it genuinely startled the approaching party. The alert visitors cautiously looked this way, and the martial artist in the lead asked first: 'Who are you?'."
