Fang Xin felt his vision blur.

When everything settled, he found White Hair standing beside him, hands in his pockets, wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night.

Fang Xin looked down and realized he was about five hundred meters above the ground. He was so startled that he swayed and instinctively grabbed White Hair's arm.

White Hair flashed his signature grin, baring his small white teeth. "Good evening!"