However, just as the icy wind at noon was at its most bitter, with swirling snowflakes nearly obscuring the view.
Something peculiar slipped into the edge of Fang Qingyu's perception.
Fang Qingyu abruptly opened his starry eyes.
Through the fluttering snowflakes, he precisely locked onto the target.
A palm-sized white paper, steadily moving against the chaotic and violent cold wind, drifted unerringly towards the top of the ice mound where he stood.
Fang Qingyu furrowed his brow slightly.
Instantly surveying his surroundings.
But saw no titles.
Nor was there any other life aura in his perception.
This paper seemed to have appeared out of thin air and accurately found him.
Ten meters... five meters... three meters...
The white paper finally settled lightly into Fang Qingyu's palm.
Fang Qingyu slowly lowered his head.
His gaze fell on the white paper in his palm.
There was only one line of words on it.
Life Ghost wants to assassinate you.
Fang Qingyu looked on calmly.
