Outside the suite, facing the still-closed door, Takar felt his calves cramping.
The thick wooden door could not block the two cold, overpowering auras inside. He was considered a formidable Body Cultivator, yet there was a qualitative gap between him and those two people in the room.
After all, they were Extraordinary Species!
Takar was no fool, but he simply could not understand why Ronan had come here.
Was he really helping a classmate?
Come on, that reason... Takar was speechless.
On the other side, Bai Xinyan appeared fairly composed. Perhaps because she had been handling communications with the relevant parties and trying to negotiate beforehand, she had been too busy to feel nervous?
Bullshit!
Takar would rather have taken her job. It was destined to be useless anyway, and he could have used the opportunity to send out some information—he had had chances to do so on the way here, but he simply had not had the nerve!
Ronan, who had kept flipping through his notebook along the way, had inexplicably placed immense pressure on him. It was as though an invisible demon eye had been peering through his five viscera and six bowels, his mind and every thought... perhaps even devising lethal plans?
Even if it was an illusion, Takar truly did not dare use his own life to test it.
He had spent quite some time letting his thoughts run wild. At least ten seconds had passed since he last knocked, yet there was still no response from inside.
That was normal too. He could sense what was behind the door, so naturally they would not overlook the anomaly outside. Their silence was already a statement.
Takar desperately wished for things to end here, for everyone to share a Tacit Understanding, save each other some face, and