The instant those footsteps sounded, Qin An pressed a hand to the saber at his waist. Wariness flashed in his eyes as he fixed his gaze on the doorway, and a faint killing intent even rose from him.
He was alone in a place where everything around him was steeped in an eerie atmosphere.
He had been deep in conversation with Wang Liu when someone suddenly approached the room. He did not know who it was. Anyone in his position would have been on guard.
Qin An was no exception.
Wang Liu heard the footsteps too. He turned toward the doorway in surprise, confusion in his eyes, as though he had no idea who was coming.
"You don't know either?" Qin An asked.
He could read something from Wang Liu's expression. Wang Liu seemed not to know who had suddenly arrived.
If this had anything to do with Wang Liu, he certainly would not have looked like that.
Wang Liu came to his senses and hurriedly shook his head. "I don't! Bringing you here to talk was a spur-of-the-moment idea. How would I know who's coming?"
He truly did not know. Running into Qin An today had been unexpected, and his idea of getting information from Qin An had come to him just as suddenly.
He had told no one. There was no way anyone could know where he and Qin An had gone.
Yet someone had appeared out of nowhere, and from the look of things, that person was here for Qin An. Something about it was strange.
Qin An said nothing more. He stared ahead, his gaze as still as autumn water, without the slightest ripple. Nothing could disturb his composure.
But he turned his body sideways, keeping himself in the best position to draw his saber at