However, the moment Ling Chen was about to push the door, his hand suddenly stiffened, and his eyes gradually became solemn. The Tianling Blade was already drawn halfway from his waist.
Although the door to the private room wasn't opened yet, Ling Chen could sense that the person inside had also grasped the door handle at the same time he did. Moreover, not only did Ling Chen feel the presence of the other party, but the person inside must have also become aware of his presence. For a moment, both parties silently held onto the door handle, neither making a rash move.
Ling Chen clenched the Tianling Blade tightly, his breathing slowly evening out as he listened intently to the sounds coming from behind the door.
Despite the barrier of a door, Ling Chen could faintly hear a breathing sound.
Jiang Xinwu!
It must be him behind the door.
