At this extremely tense moment, by the moonlight, Chu Han clearly saw the shadow outside move. Then the whistle sounded again, intermittent and faint.
Chu Han immediately frowned, while the heavy weight in Wang Cai's heart gradually sank. From the looks of it, the other party seemed to be leaving?
But all of a sudden—
The whistle abruptly stopped!
Chu Han's heart began pounding wildly. Both hands clenched tightly around the Asura Battle Axe, ready to level up at any moment.
Wang Cai's fur stood on end as well, ready to deal with whatever happened next.
Just as Chu Han and Wang Cai were bracing themselves, one foot suddenly stepped into the room, followed by the second. The figure outside soon walked entirely inside.
His steps were casual, his breathing steady, leaving no room for caution.
Chu Han's eyes first fell upon those feet, but that single glance shocked him beyond measure. His face was filled with nothing but astonishment as a sense of absurdity and disbelief spread wildly through his heart.
His previous intention to level up was completely shelved and forgotten amid his shock. At that moment, Chu Han's entire mind was occupied by those feet.
They wore a pair of exquisite boots, engraved with the incredibly ancient character: "Gao."
Suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, Chu Han widened his eyes and slowly lifted his gaze. An extremely young face immediately entered his sight.
Brown hair, brown eyes!
This was a man, a young man whom Chu Han had never seen in either his previous life or this one.
The young man's amber eyes held a flippant, teasing glint. The corners of his lips remained slightly raised, neither quite smiling nor not smiling, wicked yet not wicked. The darkness seemed to pose no issue for his vision.