Night fell, the starlight dim and lonely.
A black sedan drove alongside the darkness, the two indistinguishable.
Inside the car, An Ning's heart was a mixture of calm and agitation. She knew her last test had been a high-stakes gamble.
But the progress she envisioned wasn't one achieved by sacrificing natural resources. She needed to make a change.
An Ning closed her eyes, her mind filled with every little moment she had spent with Mister. Every word of his counsel, every syllable, tumbled through her thoughts.
Mister had said his abilities would be An Ning's best cover, and he had made it so.
Mister had said that anything An Ning couldn't explain, she could attribute to him. And that's exactly what she had done.
Mister had said that since ancient times, Mysticism has always been mysterious and powerful. And the more mysterious and powerful something is, the more cautiously people will treat it.
Mister had said… so many things.
