Time seemed to have stood still for Fan Cai as that door opened, and a silhouette appeared within its shadows.
His heart seemed to have moved from his chest all the way to his ears, its drumming tune giving life to the fear within him in every single part of his body.
The silhouette was no longer a silhouette, as the defined form of a human appeared. His eyes not blinking, his ears ringing, his body hot, and his stomach rumbling, the image of the first person came into view.
It was a man, a young man with silver hair with a unique temperament that informed Fan Cai's current heightened senses that he was an expert.
But alas he wasn't the person Fan Cai so desperately wanted to see, so he quickly moved his attention from him. He wasn't even able to hear the words that person spoke as he walked in, only that he seemed to be addressing Yang Qing.