Bang bang bang bang bang!
The sound of knocking on the wooden door suddenly became urgent!
The members of the White Lotus Sect awoke, pairs of eyes hastily looking up in the dark, unable to figure out the situation. No one dared to act rashly. Several Saint Heirs looked at each other in confusion, swallowing nervously.
They were being knocked on?
Was it those Daoists? At this thought, the hair on the Saint Heirs' necks bristled, their hands instinctively gripping their weapons, ready to spring into action at any moment.
Yet, outside, the commotion abruptly ceased.
Along with it, the sound of the wind, rain, and the breathing from the rooms on both sides also stopped. Just a wall apart, Venerable Red seemed to hear Zhao Tong's heartbeat.
This tense atmosphere had reached its peak of heaviness, and after a long while, someone finally spoke: "...Who?"
The voice came from the Daoists' side, like igniting a torch; voices from the next room started to exchange.
