The tires sent shattered snow swirling through the air. Across the desolate snowfield, an off-road vehicle raced at full speed like a growling beast.
An Qingyu gripped the steering wheel with both hands, pressing the accelerator to the floor. His messy black hair spilled over his white lab coat, his eyes fixed on the distant horizon, his brow tightly furrowed.
In just a few days, An Qingyu had used a clone to resurrect himself for the second time. Including the previous occasions, the reserve of clones he had spent nearly two years preparing beneath Cangnan City was almost exhausted.
Even though dissecting Ten-Cut Ghost Child had granted him the ability to create clones, An Qingyu was not a "Mystery," after all. Creating clones remained an extremely time-consuming and exhausting process for him. Even with his full attention devoted to it, making a single clone took at least four months.
After becoming a Night Watchman, An Qingyu had followed Lin Qiye all over the world, leaving him with no ample time to settle down and make clones. After this resurrection, only the final one remained, lying in an ice coffin as his last trump card.
But that was not what An Qingyu was worried about now.
He glanced at the map, picked up a walkie-talkie from the passenger seat, and pressed the button.
"I'm An Qingyu. Respond if you can hear me."
He had not adjusted the frequency, nor had he even turned up the volume. He knew perfectly well that as long as he held the walkie-talkie, Jiang Er could detect his signal source without him tuning it to any channel.
Very soon, Jiang Er's voice came through the walkie-talkie.
"Received."
"What's the situation at the Divine Stele now?"
The moment An Qingyu finished speaking, silence fell over the other