The adventurers reacted swiftly.
Even though most of them were deeply immersed in the dream filled with a fragrant scent of alcohol.
When Xia Nan and the half orc burst through the door, the rooms on either side of the corridor also erupted with the sounds of rustling clothes and clashing metal.
The hilt of the sword in his hand grew hotter, causing his heartbeat to accelerate.
An inexplicable sense of urgency surged in Xia Nan's heart, making his focus at this moment incredibly sharp.
His eyes scanned the empty corridor, searching for hidden clues;
The Wooden Sword swept lightly in front of him, carefully feeling the change in the temperature of the hilt.
Suddenly, he paused.
His gaze lingered on a door towards the middle of the corridor, which was unusually silent amidst the chaos.
"Is this... Jeff's room?"
He clearly remembered that last night, Jeff, like himself, did not drink much, and when they parted ways, his face showed no signs of intoxication.
