Lumian hid behind a mirror-like object on the corridor wall, gazing at Li Keji's hospital room through the hard barrier.
He had maintained this position for many hours, only occasionally adjusting to relax.
He had waited all night but hadn't seen Zarathushtra or other subordinates of the Celestial Worthy come to eliminate Li Keji.
After an unknown amount of time, as sunlight shone in from the other end of the corridor, different rooms in the psychiatric ward gradually became lively. Someone was singing loudly, someone was banging on doors, someone was knocking on something unknown, as if calling for breakfast.
At this moment, Lumian saw a large amount of milky white liquid surge out from the gap between Li Keji's hospital room door and the solid floor.
Milk? Lumian's gaze froze slightly.