Unnoticed, the night had deepened.
Yet, as expected, Master Sanjian and the others never showed up.
The emotions of Yue Tianming and his companions had reached the brink of collapse.
The fear of waiting for the Grim Reaper to knock on their door.
Made all three of them restless, like dogs that had lost their homes.
Just then, the office door suddenly creaked.
The nerves of the three men, already frayed to their breaking point, made them all jump up.
But after the office door creaked, silence fell again.
Yue Tianming and Wei Wanhao exchanged glances.
In both their eyes was only the expression of fear.
As for Huang Shaowu, he had already run to the floor-to-ceiling window.
He looked back, his appearance utterly ridiculous.
After a long while, Yue Tianming gathered his courage and violently yanked open the office door.
Outside the door was empty.
Wei Wanhao, breaking into a cold sweat, sat down feeling relieved.