Outside the private room, a sword-carrying young man followed a hostess past the room where Wan Feng was.
He seemed to sense something and suddenly stopped, gazing towards the private room while exuding a sharp aura.
Within the private room, all noise instantly fell silent.
Gu Yufeng, who had been talking incessantly, seemed shocked and began to sweat profusely. His right hand reached for his sword, his Yuan Qi surged dramatically, and he was poised for action, as if he sensed something terrifying.
"Is there a problem?"
Outside the private room, the hostess found it strange that the sword-carrying youth had suddenly stopped.
There was just a wall beside them, yet the young man looked as if he were staring at someone.
"Nothing."
The sword-carrying youth shook his head, withdrew his gaze, and continued forward.
He remained expressionless. His calm demeanor, however, exuded a chilling aura, making the hostess hesitant to approach.
PHEW...
