"Knock, knock!" A knock came from outside. It was not loud, but both drunken men could hear it clearly.
"Ah, Yuan Qian's here. I'll get the door." Hearing the knock, Suoliya rose unsteadily. Alcohol had flushed his normally fair face, and even his voice had softened, making him seem several years younger.
"Wait." Zeng Mu caught his arm, stopping him midstep.
"What's wrong?" Suoliya found it strange. Did he want to answer the door himself? On second thought, that seemed unnecessary. It made no difference who opened it, so there had to be another reason.
He turned around, waiting for an explanation. Before Zeng Mu could speak, the knocking stopped, followed by a silence as deep as the night.
"It's not her?" Suoliya asked quietly, drawing on his keen instincts as a spy.
Zeng Mu nodded and replied in a low voice, "Whoever came made almost no sound walking, and that knock didn't have a woman's strength behind it. It's a man."
"A man? Could it be that fellow Shen Yun?" Suoliya asked. From his perspective, Shen Yun's men had suffered badly today, so it would make sense for him to come settle the score. Yet on second thought, something seemed wrong.
If it really was Shen Yun, how could his footsteps be so quiet that even Nameless, an Elementalist, couldn't hear them? If it was Shen Yun, he would bring a whole group to settle the score, not come alone. Unless he was here to back down?
Suoliya shook his head at his own speculation. That was even less likely. There could only be one conclusion: the visitor was not Shen Yun, but someone else.
"Who is it?" he whispered again beside Zeng Mu's ear.
Zeng Mu did not answer. His gaze remained fixed on the front door, as