On a bustling pedestrian street, a seemingly young girl appeared indifferent to the colorful sights on either side of her. She kept lifting her wrist, checking the time on her watch. Her normally cool, elegant expression was marred by a hint of urgency.
"It's been almost an hour! Why is there still no news?!"
Muttering to herself, the girl unlocked the phone in her right hand again, but to her dismay, the screen showed no new notifications.
Could they have failed? she wondered, her delicate brows furrowing. But she immediately shook her head. Impossible! They're carrying the attack powder concocted by Medicine Valley. Even a Martial Artist at the peak of the Dark Energy realm would suffer a serious blow. How could they fail!
Lost in her anxious muttering, the girl didn't notice a youth with a distinctly frivolous air approaching from behind.
PAT!
Suddenly, in the instant he was right behind her, Qin Fan's not-so-broad palm lightly patted the back of her head.
"Who?!"
