There was a diagram on Long Chen’s chest. It looked to be a handprint. There were many lines just like a real hand had left a brand.

The handprint was very clear at the start, but then began to slowly fade until it vanished.

“Why did those lines look so strange? Didn’t they seem like a labyrinth? In my years of learning how to read the palms of ladies from boss, I’ve never seen such a thing,” said Guo Ran curiously.

“Big brother Long Chen, you know how to palm read? Why do you only do it for ladies?” Dong Mingyu giggled.

Guo Ran immediately realized he had misspoken. He glanced at Long Chen, only to see a murderous gaze that made him hastily retreat.

“Long Chen, the path ahead splits into five. We were still deciding which way to go when you fell from the sky. You should decide.” Meng Qi changed the conversation, pointing at the fork.

Long Chen looked at the path ahead. Other...