SWOOSH.
In the passenger seat, Qin Fan sat up. Ma Yunbin, who had been deep in thought, immediately called out, "Lord Qin!"
"What time is it?" Qin Fan asked, yawning.
"10:37! Is something wrong, Lord Qin?" Ma Yunbin replied.
"Mm, it's about time. Let's go!" Sitting up straight, Qin Fan pulled open the car door and stepped out.
Go? It's only just after ten! There are still nearly ten hours left until the Chen Hour!
"Lord Qin, Lord Qin, it's only half past ten!" Ma Yunbin scrambled out of the car, baffled.
"It's time! No more nonsense. Follow me if you want to see the Jiao Dragon! You still have that Life-saving Talisman on you, right?" Qin Fan said flatly, his voice devoid of emotion.
"It's on me, it's on me!" Ma Yunbin patted his pocket, his throat suddenly dry.
At this moment, the feeling wasn't excitement anymore. It was fear. The Magicians' plan was to make their move at the Chen Hour, but Qin Fan was setting off now. His intention to act alone was painfully clear.
