Chapter 133
One day earlier.
In the Yao Country, on the second floor of an apartment in Yuanyang City’s old district.
Golden sunlight flowed through the window, dripping like melted honey onto the soft black hair of the youth sitting by the window.
Bai Yi hummed softly as he lifted his pen to write the final paragraph.
[His first task in his determination to rebuild the Artists’ Association was to recover the Association’s lost items.]
[—Especially the “Sabbath” that had been lost to the outside world.]
Just then, a strong premonition struck him.
Since obtaining the “Heavenly Master of Divine Calculation” combination card, Bai Yi’s intuition and sudden insights had become incredibly accurate.
This sudden premonition was definitely not a false alarm.