As he had expected, silence was still the only answer. But Jiang Cheng was certain the other party had understood him; for some reason, it simply couldn't respond.
Without hesitating, Jiang Cheng composed himself and tensed his fingers, intending to pull the curtain aside and get a good look at the shadow's true appearance. But then something unexpected happened: the shadow reached out too, mimicking his movements. It grabbed the curtain and pulled with exactly the opposite force, stopping him from opening it.
It was obvious the shadow didn't want to reveal itself to him. Jiang Cheng quickly reasoned that some kind of restriction might prevent it from showing its true form; otherwise, it would disappear.
Jiang Cheng had encountered similar scenes three times not long ago. Every time he tried to confirm the shadow's existence, it mysteriously vanished.
Using the sound of the running water to cover his words, Jiang Cheng changed tactics and asked the question weighing on his mind. "I know you have your reasons. In that case, let's try another way. You don't have to speak. I'll ask questions, and you can answer. If I'm right, nod. If I'm wrong, shake your head."
"You're Wu, right?"
Time was short, so Jiang Cheng went straight to the most important question. He fixed his eyes on the shadow through the translucent shower curtain, but for some reason, the other party stood as motionless as a statue, offering no response at all.
Slowly, the excitement in Jiang Cheng's heart was doused like a flame in a bucket of ice water. It seemed his deduction was wrong. If the shadow wasn't Wu, then things were dangerous.
He was practically face-to-face with the other party, yet it hadn't attacked him. Perhaps that wasn't out of kindness; maybe the time to kill