One hundred and twenty kilometers away.
In the night, a pale cyan stream of light shot through the mountains and skimmed over the flying snow, ultimately halting atop a peak.
The pale cyan light dissipated as Lin Qing reached out to grasp the alloy flying knife embedded in the rock wall.
At this moment, the Order Level had returned to normal.
It meant he had escaped from his enemy.
"What kind of person was it?"
Lin Qing glanced back, "I haven't used that communicator for long, how could the enemy arrive so quickly?"
Chen Guang emerged from a stream of light.
"Perhaps the enemy you mentioned already resided nearby." She spoke softly, "Living deliberately in such a remote and cold place reminds me of someone."
"Who?" Lin Qing looked at her.
"It's the Outer World Human Clan that father once nurtured, father called him 'Yan.'"
