The voice had clearly been altered by the beast mask, yet one could vaguely tell it was a "woman's voice"...
The entire venue fell deathly silent!
So silent that not even a crow cawed; a needle drop could be heard.
"Come to my room~"
"My room~"
"Room~"
"...oom~"
"Mm~"
Everyone in the venue was dumbfounded.
Naturally, that included Nangong Yin on the high platform.
The little hammer in Nangong Yin's hand fell with a thud. It even struck the wooden block, yet he did not notice; he was plainly still frozen in a stupor.
"No way?"
Someone swallowed with difficulty, his Adam's apple bobbing as he cautiously ventured, "Th-this... that wasn't President Dong Ling's voice, was it?"
"But..."
"???"
No one answered.
Everyone present had question marks written all over their faces. How could they answer?
In truth, the unconscious questioning tone of the speaker had already revealed the shock in his heart—and the answer.
And many others had reached the same answer.
Just moments ago, Nangong Yin had asked the mistress of private room 183, President Dong Ling, to put on the beast mask.
Not even a short while had passed, and "President Dong Ling," after putting on the beast mask, had become so... direct? Come to my room?
"No way!"
After several breaths of stunned silence, the venue began to boil over.
"That private room 183 is undoubtedly the Alchemist Association, but who is in private room 172, worthy of such overtures from President Dong Ling?"
"She bought the Bodhi Tree Root just to give it to someone else?"
"Heavens, 'come to my room'... That room means the private room, right? I didn't misunderstand, did I? Hey, pinch me!"
"Hiss~"
"I'm not dreaming! But why?"
"I've met President Dong Ling before. Sh-she isn't that kind of person..."
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