Hao Qi was constantly murmuring to himself. Combined with what Feng had said earlier, it made the entire world feel suddenly unreal. What did she mean by "the next one is blood—no, snow? Or blood?"
It had to be blood...
Hao Qi kept guessing the answer in his heart, but no matter how he guessed, none of it felt right. In the end, he managed to narrow it down to two possibilities. The first was blood: in the battlefield scene he had just witnessed, everyone killed by Feng had been surrounded by a flurry of bloody wind, and the word "blood" might refer to that. The other possibility was snow, as in white snow. If it was snow, the only person Hao Qi could think of was Shirley.
Combined with the fleeting reality of Shirley's appearance earlier, this speculation gave Hao Qi a concrete answer—or at least a partial one—so Shirley might well be the answer to the rest of Feng's unfinished sentence.
*(So, the key points ahead are Feng and Shirley. One of them must be the critical point—perhaps not a singularity, but definitely a key point!)*
Without further ado, the four of them set out from Qinghai toward the Black Sea. Along the way, Hao Qi asked Feng about her martial arts, and Feng's cheat-like life left Hao Qi thoroughly crushed. That evening, when the group stopped to rest, Hao Qi and Feng engaged in a spar.
Chapter 592