Strange Fuels

The black tiger faced its back towards Fang Ning and walked towards southeast along North America.

Fang Ning looked down to see that the flatlands were filled with farms which were occupied by cattle and sheep. On those lands, all sorts of machines were bustling and accomplishing different tasks.

These diverse people hustling on the lands were just like the little grey ant that clung tightly to the strand of tiger fur on Tom the black tiger. They were similarly clueless about their fates in the future, and could only go with the flow.

While they seemed free, in actual fact, their nets of fate had already been woven by the goddess of destiny long ago.

Thankfully, Master Fang had already acquired the ability to escape from his net of fate.

Fang Ning was quite pleased, he then looked at the ant and became concerned, so he wanted to take an interest in it.