Sitting among the round table, now besides Su Buxian, there are four people.
One is the Lord of Angels, whose whole body exudes Holy Light, illuminating his side of the space like a round cross-section.
Another is the Yellow-robed Master, now bathed in a twisted dusk, all shrouded in an unseeable gloom.
The Ancient God's terrifying vision spreads behind him, rolling and occupying one end of the disk.
Finally... there's the most ordinary one of all.
He has black hair, lifeless eyes, wears a black jacket, with a ferocious scar on his face, and traces of bullets hanging on his body. Although he lacks consciousness, he exudes a certain unfathomable sense of weariness.
This is... the black-haired youth Su Qi encountered before in that Duelling World.
The other person gave him a revolver comparable to a Divine Artifact, along with a box of cigarettes.
Those cigarettes were the items carrying the other person's mark and coordinates.
