Feng Shang set his gadget down. He looked up and sighed at the sky. “Could he really have been unlucky enough to run into it? Brother Lu, your luck is just too unfortunate.”

Since ancient times, few people had ever managed to return alive after being swallowed by a storm of Tempest Flowzone. Of course, some survived, but everyone experienced different things. Some said that they fell into a bottomless abyss while others had ended up in a sealed space. Some had landed in a forest, and even more had dropped into a golden ocean. But when they were asked how they returned, everyone was the same: no one could answer, as if their memories had been erased. 

However, with the passage of time, people had come to discover one commonality shared by everyone who had survived falling into a storm; they were all good people. 

It was not possible to definitively quantify what made a person “good,” but everyone who had survived and escaped from a storm had kind hearts, and almost none of them had ever killed before. Not all good people would come out alive, but all those who did were good people. 

Lu Yin would not call himself a good person, so he had tried everything in his power to escape the storm. But in the end, he had still ended up being swallowed by the storm. 

When he came to his senses, Lu Yin saw a forest all around him. The trees in this forest were...