The warrior pushed open the room door and stepped back to clear the way:
"Miss Jiang, please."
Jiang Yan's gaze subconsciously turned toward Song Qian.
He offered her an encouraging look, "I'll wait for you at the door."
"Alright," Jiang Yan withdrew her gaze and lifted her leg to walk inside.
At the same time, Hua Bao, who had been stealthily nestled on her shoulder, had already spread its vines out in all directions, shielding her body's vital parts.
Jiang Yan curved her lips into a smile; Hua Bao's thoughtfulness and tacit understanding were truly impeccable.
There was another door forming an entryway inside the room, with strong drafts blowing through, chilling and constant.
The moment she stepped past the entryway, it seemed as if she triggered some mechanism; with a "boom," the door at the entryway automatically closed tightly.
The entire space instantly fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.