"I'm sorry, I'll leave now." An Hao turned and apologized to the person behind her, then dismissed her earlier thoughts and continued on her own path.
However, when that beam of light once again struck An Hao's eyes, she could no longer ignore the issue.
She remembered stories Qin Jian had told her in the past, recalled the reflective mirror on sniper rifles, and thought of the lens of binoculars.
In this age of peace, surely no one would be wandering around the streets with a sniper rifle, right?
That target would be too large and obvious.
In An Hao's mind, she believed someone was observing her through the lens of binoculars.
Really?
She questioned her thoughts and immediately answered herself—nothing is impossible.
So she began to search for the source of the light.
She changed direction, trying to capture the beam of light once more with her eyes.
Suddenly, she felt that piercing brightness.
