The old man then turned to the masked man, who gave a barely perceptible nod. Then, with a bow, the old man left the room.
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Peizhi didn't dare move, didn't dare breathe too loudly. The masked man simply watched her with his dagger still in hand, his expression totally unreadable.
Minutes stretched like hours before the door opened again.
This time, a young woman burst in. Xiliu, her face pale with worry and hair totally disheveled. "Peizhi!" She cried, rushing forward. "I was so scared when I didn't see you! And then they told me . .
"I don't know what happened either". Peizhi admitted, gripping Xiliu hand. "I went to throw away the book, and then… I woke up here."
The old man re-entered the room, murmuring something to the masked man before turning to Peizhi. "Your words have been confirmed, Miss ". He said.
Peizhi exhaled in relief. "Then we can leave?".
"No."
