"One step, two steps, three steps..." Luo Zheng pricked up his ears to listen to the sounds around him, filtering out the noise of the rain and wind. He silently counted the steps of the assassin to gauge the distance between them, in order to grasp the best moment to strike. As the battle approached, Luo Zheng felt his heart calm down.
Hidden on the broken slopes, Wu Jin slightly opened his eyes, his divine light contained, holding his breath, still as a mountain, listening in all directions. He watched the assassin, merely a meter away, and the other people approaching. They were only three or four meters away from Luo Zheng, who was lurking exceptionally well and hadn't rushed to save anyone, losing his composure. This mental fortitude was admirable. At this moment, Wu Jin gained a higher appreciation for Luo Zheng's capabilities and couldn't help but admire him.