Demon's Den

Stepping up to the door, Fu Hao Xin was relieved to find that he could push it open easily, and didn't have to experience any rebound like he had the time before.

Stepping inside, he couldn't help but take a closer look at things now that Di Tou wasn't here, but quickly restrained himself think that it was impolite.

After all, in a certain sense he had already broken in, but at the same time, he figured it was probably better that he was here as opposed to leaving Old Fang alone in here. At the very least he would be respectful about the space around him, and wouldn't break things in a panic.

Taking another quick glance around, Fu Hao Xin eventually settled down on the chair by the swiss cheesed table and decided to just wait without touching anything.

Sitting on the edge of his seat, Fu Hao Xin sat doing his best not to look around or even look around.

For about fifteen minutes…

Which, honestly speaking, was quite admirable.