C309 The Prophecy of the past

"Hiss!"

The cigarette wedged between his fingers had burned down to a stub, searing Han Feng's skin and eliciting a sharp intake of breath.

"Huff! Huff!" Han Feng rolled down the car window and flicked the cigarette butt outside, then blew on his scorched finger.

It dawned on him that he had been lost in thought for nearly five minutes—the time it took for a cigarette to burn itself out