At this moment, Zhang Ruoxu stepped forward, walking to the crossroads.
As he approached, he finally saw clearly.
The figure in the black robe sat on a wooden stump full of annual rings, enveloped in black clothing, his exact features hidden.
A wooden table in front of him.
Four cards were placed.
All with their backs facing up.
"Choose one."
As Zhang Ruoxu got closer, a hoarse voice emerged from beneath the black robe.
Faced with such an eerie scene, Zhang Ruoxu initially intended to break the situation forcefully instead of complying with the other's demand.
But as this thought sprouted within him,
he discovered.
His spiritual intuition was frantically warning him.
If he acted, surely unfortunate outcomes would occur.
So.
After hesitating a moment.
Zhang Ruoxu still extended his hand to the table, flipping open a card.
On the surface of the card,
a crisp, entirely green tree emerged.
"Go."
The voice under the black robe sounded again.
Immediately.
