In the Yellow hall, Han Jijyun and Li Shiyu looked towards the door with visible nervousness.
"Why are you shaking?" said Han Jijyun smugly.
"Aren't you pissing in your pants as well?" Li Shiyu snorted coldly.
Han Jijyun chuckled coldly, "Not going to pretend anymore, Lingtian's most handsome and cool doctor?"
"Heh, the strategist who never wastes his words is actually such a chatterbox?" Li Shiyu rebutted without any care for Han Jijyun's feelings.
After bantering to calm their nerves for a while, the bantering suddenly stopped and the entire hall returned to its initial silent state.
"I'm sorry, I was out of line." After a few minutes of awkward and heavy silence, Han Jijyun finally spoke up.
"I was also nervous." Li Shiyu let out a heavy breath of air, as though he was trying to push out the pressure in his mind.