"Black Forest?"
Yang Fei was taken aback and then shook his head.
"I don't know what that is. Does it have anything to do with me?"
Mr. Bei sighed softly.
"Originally, it had nothing to do with you, but now it does."
Speaking to this point, he looked at Yang Fei with a faint glance: "I wonder what Mr. Yang Fei thinks of time-space drift?"
Yang Fei's heart stirred.
Under normal circumstances, Yang Fei would definitely think it was nonsense, a product of some scientists' endless fantasies.
But now, he harbors a Fighting Arena within him, capable of connecting with the current time-space, yet forming an independent space.
He couldn't help but believe in the concept of time-space drift.
Yang Fei knew something was amiss and said calmly, "What difference does it make if I know or don't know?"
Mr. Bei smiled: "It seems Mr. Yang Fei knows about this matter."
"Indeed, as a direct disciple of the Martial God, it's impossible not to have this knowledge."
