Qian Cangyi stood still, at the exact moment when Mo Ran was about to pull the trigger, he placed his right hand on the door. Now, with a slight push, he could open the door to his room. However, this ordinarily mundane door had become the last gate leading to hell.
Without a doubt, there must be a trap inside the room.
"You're so smart, can you guess what's inside the door?" Mo Ran asked, a smirk playing on his lips, not in any hurry.
At this moment, Qian Cangyi lowered his right hand, his actions indicating he no longer wanted to open the door. But that wasn't the end, he astonishingly turned and walked towards where Mo Ran was.
"Tch!" Mo Ran sneered, his face full of disdain as he pulled the trigger.
The crossbow arrow shot towards Qian Cangyi with lightning speed, like a venomous snake baring its fangs.