There were many people in the corridor, but besides Lin Li, others were either shivering with fear or cold. The only one who was not shivering, Hank, was busy poaching Lin Li from Jarrosus Guild of Magic. So, out of the many people present, only Lin Li was aware of the anomaly.
Those heavy footsteps sounded really abnormal—they were too precise, as if measured with a ruler. The rhythm of each step was exactly the same, and there was no murmur in the midst. Accuracy was not a problem, but it seemed fake if it was this accurate. Even if the Silver Storm was well-trained, it could never be so precise. It was even neater than the best guard of honor…
As the heavy footsteps approached, Lin Li gradually understood. He was absorbed in thoughts as he looked up at the ceiling. The female captain of the Silver Hand was very interesting…