The writing was a light green, the color of plant sap.
The moment she lifted her hand, a slender, finger-sized vine emerged from her sleeve and brushed against Jiang Qingli's palm.
Then it wrote another line in her palm: 'Go after ten o'clock. The Mutant Beasts rest then.'
Jiang Qingli realized instantly. "It's Fang Chi."
The handwriting was cursive and elegant, nothing like a child's.
'He's probably recovered his memories.'
But Fang Chi hadn't spoken directly. Instead, he had written her a set of coordinates…
Jiang Qingli thought about the attack from a few days ago, as well as the recent disappearances.
It was as if everything was slowly being connected by an invisible thread.
Jiang Qingli had a feeling that the answers she was looking for could be found at the location Fang Chi gave her.
'But would it be too reckless to go alone...?'
