"One, two, three... thirteen," Fang Hong adjusted the brass ring on his wind goggles with a click, counting carefully amidst the snowstorm—like counting ducks, not potential opponents, "...excluding that Alchemist, there are twelve."
A thousand meters away, the Clockwork Fairy hovered steadily in the cold wind, snowflakes landing on the visual transmission crystal, melting one by one. Fang Hong counted the opponents clearly before ordering it to move closer, but just then, someone dressed as a Magic Guided Conductor turned their head in this direction in his field of vision.
Lightning seemed to flash through Fang Hong's mind, he suddenly stopped, and the Clockwork Fairy made a sharp halt in mid-air.
"What is it?" Sophie noticed the change in his expression.
"Interesting."
