Su Lu gazed at Jing Ce's departing figure, aware that the man was filled with malice, as if each syllable and every step he took were laden with ill intent.
Yet she still stood here in front of this small hall, which felt like a Pandora's box, and herself standing here was the hand about to open it.
Su Lu took a deep breath, steadied her spirit, and withdrew her gaze from Jing Ce's receding back, focusing instead on the door to the small hall.
She could faintly hear the voices coming from inside.
Su Lu had good hearing, so she didn't need to enter; just standing at the door and pulling open a small crack of this Pandora's box was enough for her to glimpse its entire contents.
Taking another deep breath, Su Lu pushed open a crack in the door to the small hall.
The small hall wasn't large.
It was less of a small banquet hall and more of a rather spacious private room.