"Ha ha ha ha... You young people really have a lot of questions."

Upon hearing Kexiao's doubts, the beggar just smiled, stating that Red Ghost has only just stepped into the First-Order threshold and should hardly be spoken of as trying to reach the pinnacle. In a strict sense, Red Ghost does not belong to First-Order warriors, and can only be considered as quasi-first; euphemistically called First-Order, and bluntly suggested that he might not even be able to match a Rank 2 warrior at their peak. Although warriors like Red Ghost are rare, every major power can usually find quite a few.

Like the key disciples of the hidden sects, the super soldiers and super agents of various countries, and even the masters are almost at this level, how can they be called powerful? Even Blade Warriors, who are not good at combat, can easily win against such caliber — in other words, although this group has dense bones that can catch bullets from a handgun, their neural reactions, though sharp, are almost unresponsive to stealth attacks by hot weapons, therefore, not reaching First-Order is not worth mentioning.

Kexiao remained silent for a long time, his dry lips parted time and again wanting to say something, yet he didn't know where to begin...

Everything was too abnormal, so abnormal that even he, who was usually unflappable, found it too bizarre—he, was merely chatting up a random person among millions, asking about the pandemic situation.

Such a probability was like in ancient martial arts novels where you randomly meet a beggar on the street, then he drinks your wine, and turns around to give you a martial arts secret book.

"Old sir, who exactly are you..."

"Allen."

"No way, I don't think this ordinary name suits you."

"It's really Allen; you can also call me Mo Ying."

"Mo Ying?" Kexiao pondered these words, "Why do you know so much?"

"Not only do I know these things, but I also know that the Blade Warriors and Roland are looking for you, and that you did not respond to their Heavenly Communication."

Upon hearing this, Kexiao's mind was instantly struck by lightning! That Heavenly Communication from Maraca Freedom Port, could it have been Blade Warriors and Roland who called, and why would Mo Ying know about it, he never had any connections with Blade Warriors, yet why would Blade Warriors seek him out.

With various doubts, while thoughts churned, Kexiao thought of asking for Mo Ying's contact information, "Old sir, how can I contact you."

"We will meet again, and I suggest you connect with the Heavenly Communication from the Blade Warriors." Saying this, Mo Ying stood up and slowly disappeared into the crowd.

Kexiao did not insist on holding him back, as he could not see through Mo Ying's strength, but he paid great attention to his words and felt an inexplicable trust.

Meanwhile, in the remote and cold depths of space, a permanently frozen device floating aimlessly had drifted endlessly far away, gradually, a familiar voice awakened Feng Yi's blurred consciousness...

"Feng Yi, you've finally arrived."

In the remote and vague voice echoing in his ears, Feng Yi, stationed in a higher dimensional space, gradually came into clear consciousness, "You are... Mo Ying."

"We had met previously, I hope you haven't forgotten."

Feng Yi's spirit suddenly awoke, remembering Mo Ying did say that they might meet again or might not, and he suddenly recalled that experience. Mo Ying had told him that he might disturb his slumber.

"Mo Ying, you said I would disturb you."

"Yes, you have disturbed me now."

Feng Yi carefully sensed the cosmic void with his Spiritual Perception and found himself not in the original void of the universe but stationed in a space similar to the fourth dimension of high-dimension, filled with energy elements that revitalized his nearly exhausted energy field, making him feel that his fading consciousness was slowing down infinitely, even halting, everything around him crystal clear. Although he couldn't see Mo Ying, he could see his own heart which had stopped beating and his frozen cells, like a dormant state. Feng Yi could even trace back to a scene from a few days ago through this space, which was John howling at the sky.

"Old comrade, I didn't expect it was you who sent me on my last journey."

While mumbling to himself, Mo Ying timely spoke, "Feng Yi, can you now understand what I said earlier?"

"I have somewhat understood, you mean to say that long ago, you foresaw my death, foresaw my arrival in this space to disturb your slumber."

"Yes, this is not where you are supposed to be, through a higher dimension, I can clearly see your destiny line and the changes in your future development, the bizarre uncertainty will also affect the course of destiny."

"Impossible." Feng Yi firmly denied, as the saying goes, the planning lies with man, the outcome with Heaven, even if there are certain probabilities, Mo Ying could not have predicted so accurately.

"Nothing is impossible, your destiny line is a fixed process in my eyes, bizarre intervention will make it unstable, full of uncertainties, but in the end, you still came, it seems it hasn't affected this space."

"But what exactly are you, since you can perceive the future, I want to know what the human fate will be like." Although Feng Yi was in a spiritual state, he still wanted to know the future direction of humanity.

Unfortunately, Mo Ying's answer was somewhat disenchanting; he stated human fate had no relation with him, however, the bizarre could interfere with it, thus he had contacted Kexiao, through human ways.

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