Sang Hanshui had ducked into the clouds to hide, where he couldn't open his energy cloak. Although there wasn't any wind in the clouds, the fine ice crystals would still sometimes fall onto his face, so cold that they would make him shiver. After so many years of living like a prince, it had been a long time since he had suffered like that, though he didn't feel the least bit plaintive. That was because the boss was by his side, not opening his energy cloak either.
The boss had been using the Snake Lens all along maintaining a serious expression. Sang Hanshui had some reverence in his heart for that young boss. His moves were fierce and decisive, and a lot more powerful than those so-called famous card artisans. That could be seen from the operation they were then carrying out, with five against twenty. Any normal person would have long since been scared off, but only such a powerful person as the boss would choose to take the initiative to attack!
