Right now, there was nothing left of Xu Zhao's former calm and indifference.
Even when facing questioning at the station, he'd never shown the slightest panic. Now he was tied up with hemp rope and hanging off the edge of the rooftop, as if he could fall at any moment.
The instant he saw Zhao Kehan, it was like seeing a savior. His eyes even welled up with a few grateful tears as he stared at him, full of hope.
Zhao Kehan said nothing, quietly taking in everything in front of him without showing any emotion.
Weird—what he was seeing was far too weird.
There are all kinds of blinding techniques in this world, most commonly used in magic tricks. He could be sure that what was happening before him was absolutely not some blinding technique.
Above the rooftop there was only the sky, and there was nothing much around them either. They weren't actually that far apart; no blinding technique could be executed this perfectly.
