Knock, knock, knock.
Someone knocked on the door.
Liu Lu hurried forward, opened it, and ushered the white-haired, beast-masked man outside in.
"Tap."
The crisp footfall of the white-haired, beast-masked man had only just landed inside the private room.
Yet it was as if fragments of time had shattered across the floor.
Time suddenly slowed...
In that instant, with no barrier and no spiritual array, as the white-haired, beast-masked man stepped into Private Room 209 in a completely unguarded manner.
Xu Xiaoshou's scalp prickled, his pupils contracted, and every pore on his body abruptly exploded open.
"Frightened, Passive Value, +1."
At the same time.
He could sense the white-haired, beast-masked man before him pause ever so slightly, as though he had encountered something so shocking it was utterly unbelievable. After his muscles tensed, he forcibly relaxed them again.
But Xu Xiaoshou had still caught that fleeting instant of stiffness.
Because Mo Mo and Xin Gugu, beneath the coverage of his spiritual senses, had displayed the very same reaction.
Almost at the instant both sides met.
Mo Mo and Xin Gugu had stiffened as well, then immediately relaxed.
"Damn it..."
Xu Xiaoshou's heart began to weep.
He had previously considered whether this white-haired, beast-masked man, asking about Ghost Beasts, might truly be a newly born Ghost Beast host—ignorant and muddleheaded, simply wanting to ask some questions.
But the thought had been ruthlessly discarded as soon as it arose.
Because this was the trading fair! The Night Cats were watching, the Holy Spirit Hall was watching, and even more unknown dark factions were watching!
With so many pairs of eyes staring straight at him, how could a Ghost Beast host dare openly step onto the stage and eloquently discuss Ghost Beasts?
Yet the white-haired, beast-masked man's reaction upon entering, Mo Mo and