Luo Zheng, who had just reached the mountaintop, felt a bullet whiz by, grazing his back, no more than half a foot away. His complexion turned pale, his whole body stiffened, and his hairs stood on end, his breathing seemingly stopped, a cold sweat breaking out on his back. His face was ashen as he quietly lay there, as if unsure how to move, it was too close a call.
"What's happening?" Lan Xue asked anxiously, thinking of Luo Zheng taking risks, possibly losing his life, wishing she could rush out of cover immediately. But reason told Lan Xue not to move, an unbearable feeling, especially without hearing Luo Zheng's response, made her more anxious and she pressed for an answer.
