Aside from Ji Tianqi's voice, they could hear nothing else.
But just then.
With a creak.
The window slowly opened as if someone were pushing it from the outside.
Although they had witnessed this more than once just two hours earlier, they still felt a chilling sensation.
Really, did no one come in?
Still sitting on the bed, Ji Tianqi, with a blank look in his eyes, stared at the chair by the window and coldly asked, "Who are you?"
Thus, Wu Ya and the others also turned their gazes toward those few chairs—they were uncertain which one Ji Tianqi was looking at, how many people had come, or if those who had come were even human at all.
Since the window across the street had not been opened, the dummy model labeled Zhu Yuyan had not arrived by instant teleportation.
[So, can't Mr. Ji draw objects from a distance of more than ten meters through the air? Is it a lack of power, or does he not know the skill?]
"If I am not Gu Sitong, then who am I?"